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Throw of the scent |
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To seace the chase of life |
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When one with death no light in sight |
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I have been told that before the end |
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The angels will come, angels will come |
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Years has taken the best out of me |
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The sharpest edge |
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Endless burdensome journey without a rest |
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Murder in cold blood instead of a suicide |
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This crime is justified |
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I have killed myself so many times |
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That for me wihtout a doubt |
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Heaven is denyed |
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I am here, I am waiting, In silence |
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With no fear of dying |
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No more bleeding inside |
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Waiting for the black sun to rise |
