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From a dark horizon |
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a harlot once came, |
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searching for the right path |
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to bring her to fame. |
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Ignorance and falsity: |
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a perfect symbiosis, for a royalty |
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Hold on |
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to your throne of glass. |
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Let not |
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oblivion veil your name. |
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Stand strong |
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against the days that pass. |
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Fight time |
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your empty shell is the |
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pillars of your fame. |
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In the tower of the queen |
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the joker loses his stage |
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as she wields the banner |
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of vanity for the wage. (2x) |
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Beware |
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doubles fill the court. |
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Who's who |
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in this hollow masquerade. |
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Take heed |
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your reign might be short. |
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But wait |
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the crown on your head could be saved |
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by blood on the blade. |
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From a dark horizon |
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a harlot once came, |
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searching for the right path |
|
to bring her to fame. |
|
Ignorance and falsity: |
|
a perfect symbiosis, for a royalty |
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In the tower of the queen |
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the joker loses his stage |
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as she wields the banner |
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of vanity for the wage. (2x) |