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Watch your back when the sun goes down |
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The dark duke holds court downtown |
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Sad seasons, there's no solid ground |
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Shaping tyrants of a different kind |
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So you think you'll never see the sun |
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On the backstreets of pandemonium |
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Where the sly little devils run |
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You'll forget where you're coming from |
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DaysGetting bent into nights |
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In the blackness of eyes |
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You stumble and fall from grace |
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OhIn the center of grief |
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It's the hour of need |
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Bell strikes for darker days |
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Ground zero calling for all scum |
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The black gold will obscure the sun |
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The new kings fighting for the crown |
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Thrown over, just about to drown |
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Days of madness without an end |
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More disasters waiting 'round the bend |
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Dark ages seem to rise again |
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Dark times lie ahead my friend |
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DaysGetting bent into nights |
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In the blackness of eyes |
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You stumble and fall from grace |
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OhIn the center of grief |
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It's the hour of need |
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The bell strikes for darker days |
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Juliette calling |
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RomeoTrue love has nowhere to go |
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Rainbows turning black and blue tonight |
