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Fire walk with me through these old streets of London, |
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Make me stronger to get one step closer to you again. |
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Horror spreads through these alleys |
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Like a plague through the harlots. |
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By the blood of all these dirty cunts my delicate art is being written, in blood! |
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For I am the sire, the noble one. |
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Deep I cut their sinful bodies, |
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To get her back, piece by piece. |
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The night she left me from this world |
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I will bring you back my love, |
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Even just for a one life long second. |
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She was the one, now cold and gone. |
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Ten silver bells mourning her death, |
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Echoes on the walls in this Labyrinth of London. |
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Charlotte Street 3 am, washed by blood. |
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She's not worth dying for, but to die in shame. |
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Heart of a scarlet whore, black like her native shore. |
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One I cut out on Lavender Lane, |
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I will replace her chest, and we will dance. |
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She was the one, now cold and gone. |
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Ten silver bells mourning her death, |
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Echoes on the walls in this Labyrinth of London. |
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She was the one, now cold and gone. |
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Ten silver bells marking your death, |
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You will be lost in this Labyrinth of London. |
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In this Labyrinth of London. |
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In this Labyrinth of London. |
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In this Labyrinth of London. |
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In this Labyrinth of London. |
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In this Labyrinth of London. |
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In this Labyrinth of London. |
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"I wander thro' each charter'd street, |
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Near where the charter'd Thames does flow, |
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And mark in every face I meet |
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Marks of weakness, marks of woe. |
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In every cry of every Man, |
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In every Infant's cry of fear, |
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In every voice, in every ban, |
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The mind-forg'd manacles I hear. |
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How the Chimney-sweeper's cry |
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Every black'ning Church appalls; |
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And the hapless Soldier's sigh |
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Runs in blood down Palace walls. |
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But most thro' midnight streets I hear |
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How the youthful Harlot's curse |
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Blasts the new born Infant's tear, |
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And blights with plagues the Marriage hearse." |
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4 am Palmer Street. |
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In a circle of flames we will dance, once again. |
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Fire walk with me through these old streets of London, |
| [07:21.57] |
Make me stronger to get one step closer to you again. |
| [07:28.40] |
Horror spreads through these alleys |
| [07:31.97] |
Like a plague through the harlots. |
| [07:35.60] |
By the blood of all these dirty cunts My delicate art is being written, in blood! |
| [07:43.58] |
She was the one, now cold and gone. |
| [07:50.74] |
Ten silver bells mourning her death, |
| [07:57.77] |
Echoes on the walls in this Labyrinth of London. |
| [08:04.99] |
She was the one, now cold and gone. |
| [08:12.12] |
Ten silver bells marking your death, |
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You will be lost in this Labyrinth of London. |
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