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Two white feathers sewn on the angel black |
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Be mine just for another thousand nights |
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Or leave me to rot to the gods of the sun |
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Just for a thousand lives |
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Two white feathers sewn to the the angel's back |
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In Medusalem |
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Drive a needle through the camel's eye |
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The heart is a ticking time bomb |
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Ready to explode |
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Or leave me to smoke with the assassins tonight |
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Together we ride |
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Two white feathers sewn to the the angel's back |
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To Medusalem |
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It's the land of honey |
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The land of pain |
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The city falls under its weight |
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The golden sands were painted red |
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And we shall free you from your chains |
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Two white feathers sewn on the angel black |
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Just open the gates, let there be light! |
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Or leave me to be with Morgana tonight |
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To the land of Cain, come together, we'll ride |
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Two more feathers sewn to the the angel's back |
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To Medusalem |
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It's the land of honey |
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The land of pain |
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The city falls under its weight |
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The golden sands were painted red |
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And we shall free you from your chains |
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To Medusalem |
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It's the land of honey |
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The land of pain |
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The city falls under its weight |
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The golden sands were painted red |
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And we shall free you |
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It's the land of honey, the land of pain |
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The city walls give in to faith |
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The golden sands were painted red |
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And we shall free you from your chains |