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Don't you bite the hand that feeds |
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The one that cares for you |
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And gratifies its needs |
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Don't you cry about a touch |
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And trust |
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Unless it gratifies the lust |
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Celiabate Aphrodite |
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Blind faith betrayed |
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Don't you fight against your needs |
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We're men of flesh and blood who justify their deeds |
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Don't you cry about a touch |
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And bust |
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All that remains of our trust |
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Celibate Aphrodite |
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Blind faith betrayed |
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Life begins |
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Where time has stopped |
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I'm hiding myself (In places) |
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You will not find |
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You'll never find |
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Don't you hide for life is grand |
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We want the best for you |
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We guide you to the promised land |
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Don't you cry about your sins |
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It's lust |
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The reason why you tried to tempt us |
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Celibate Aphrodite |
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Blind faith betrayed |
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Life begins |
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Where time has stopped |
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I'm hiding myself (In places) |
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You will not find |
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You'll never find |
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Life begins |
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When you'll be gone |
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I long for the day (The traces) |
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Will never fade |
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You'll surely pay |
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The sinner asks for forgiveness |
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But only with a gun to his head |
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Veri mostri che agiscono da santi |
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Solo per aver cio' che gli manca |
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Ma alla fine costoro non avranno |
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Che totale vuoto dentro |
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L'anima |
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My time has come |
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I served the Father |
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With all my strength |
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The work is done |
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I'm feeling empty |
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But satisfied |
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The wall collapsed |
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They couldn't hold it longer |
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The fear is written on their faces |
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Life goes on but justice found its way |
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We are just human |
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With the faults and with mistakes |
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What about silky soft seduction |
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We can't resist our fates |
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But minds your own business |
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Your pagan soul will burn at the gates |
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My time has come |
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I've served the Father |
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With all my force |
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What I've become |
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I have accepted |
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Without remorse |
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Life begins |
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Where time has stopped |
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I'm hiding myself (In places) |
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You will not find |
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You'll never find |
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Life begins |
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When you'll be gone |
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I long for the day (The traces) |
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Will never fade |
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You'll surely pay |
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The sinner asks for forgiveness |
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But what would you do? |
