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When the sun is flustered |
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And the moon is free |
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The great little master |
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Write a bitter melody |
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The notes fevers in my breast, |
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Aches to be away |
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Eternal wisdom |
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In glorious kingdom |
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That is my sole wish |
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Chorus: |
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The first violins lead me while the harps |
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Embrace me like the blood |
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The madness beats my art |
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In the stage my baton cuts the air, |
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I am, |
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In a world I never made, a man |
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Dies irae, dies illa, |
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Solvet saeclum in favilla: |
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Teste David cum Sybilla |
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Quantus tremor est futurus, |
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Quando iudex est venturus, |
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Cuncta stricte discussurus. |
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The sound is around |
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Long life to the king |
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Never falling down |
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Rex gloria, Rex gloria |
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Witness of the time |
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Spirit is sublime |
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No more feels of pain no more hate |
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A revenge is going away |
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Where is my destiny? |
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Where is my fantasy? |
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I need to free my soul and cry |
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Someone to pray for me |
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I need to free my soul and will die |
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There wells up the only tear |
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We shed without woe |
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And ride like the wind because |
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The music is enthralled |
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The notes fever's in my breast, |
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Aches to be away |
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Eternal wisdom |
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In glorious kingdom |
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That is my sole wish |
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chorus: |
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The first violins lead me while the harps |
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Embrace me like the blood |
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The madness beats my art |
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In the stage my baton cuts the air, |
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I am, |
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In a world I never made, a man |
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Dies irae, dies illa, |
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Solvet saeclum in favilla: |
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Teste David cum Sybilla |
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Quantus tremor est futurus, |
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Quando iudex est venturus, |
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Cuncta stricte discussurus. |
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The soft sleep to your bed |
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Is not worth pursuing |
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You will so soon be dead |
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Death will serve instead |
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Turn to the thing |
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He was born to be |
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A master to the king |
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Keep your fancy free |
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In the deep of the sea |
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Salva me, fons pietatis. |
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chorus variation: |
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The first violins lead me while the harps |
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Embrace me like the blood |
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The madness beats my art |
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In the stage my baton cuts the air, |
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I am, |
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In a world I never made, a man |
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Dies irae, dies illa, |
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Solvet saeclum in favilla: |
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Teste David cum Sybilla |
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Quantus tremor est futurus, |
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Quando iudex est venturus, |
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Cuncta stricte discussurus. |
