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HIM |
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SOUL ON FIRE |
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There's a flame that leads our souls astray |
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No one's safe from its tender touch of pain |
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And every day it's looking for new slaves |
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To celebrate the beauty of the grave |
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We are like the living dead |
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Sacrificing all we have |
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For a frozen heart and a soul on fire |
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We are like the living dead |
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Craving for deliverance |
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With a frozen heart and a soul on fire |
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And again we're falling for disgrace |
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And hate will shelter us from the rain |
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We are enslaved by the sacred heart of shame |
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And gently raped by the light of day |
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We are like the living dead |
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Sacrificing all we have |
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For a frozen heart and a soul on fire |
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We are like the living dead |
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Craving for deliverence |
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With a frozen heart and a soul on fire |
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Addicted to our divine despair |
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The venom of the cross we bear |
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The guilt will follow us to death |
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We are like the living dead |
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Sacrificing all we have |
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For a frozen heart and a soul on fire |
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We are like the living dead |
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Craving for deliverence |
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With a frozen heart and a soul on fire |
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With a soul on |
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Soul on |
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Soul on |
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Fire |
