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I am the devil; |
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His world is a winter of hell, |
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His rhythm is watched in pain, |
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He dances well. |
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Tortured by solitude, |
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I bleed and bleed. |
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Tortured by myself, |
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This life is hell. |
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Ahhh |
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I am an angel, |
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Who bows to suicide |
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Can't breathe if it wakes me, |
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And then I'll die. |
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Angels are crying, |
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There is no love. |
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You should be masters of hate, |
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Dark of night without love... |
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Without love. |
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Ahhh |
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I am the devil |
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His world is a winter of hell, |
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His rhythm is wayched in pain, |
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He doesn't move. |
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Tortured by solitude, |
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I bleed with hate. |
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Tortured by myself this life is hell. |
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Ahh |
