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Nelson |
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With new precision the golden days return |
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The lovers prison, the kingdom of the worm |
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Driving through empty towns, pass me a cigarette |
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I think that it could rain, in time we all forget. |
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Your tape-recorder-heart spins through a hundred feelings |
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The program for tonight to send my senses reeling |
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Beyond the final portal, behind the iron gates |
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Our lady of illusion, the guardian demon waits, she waits. |
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Beware the falling ones, don't look into their eyes |
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See what tomorrow brings, a hint of genocide |
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This is the last resort, the world is closing down |
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Now is the dying season, let's walk into the sea |
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Let's walk into the sea |
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Let's walk into the sea |
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Let's walk into the sea |
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Let's walk into the sea |
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Let's walk into the sea. |
