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Man thinks he is the crown of god's creation |
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He thinks he can control everything to please his soul |
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When we don't know real love |
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And find no answer above |
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We're alone, build an own shelter of fantasy |
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We found heaven we found hell |
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In illusionary fields |
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When we need a little spell |
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We need illusionary fields |
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Sometimes beauty's a beast |
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And like a whore on duty she simulates |
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Paradise in a land of lies |
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Sometimes too blind to see |
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That love and lust don't agree |
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We adore this whore and turn to fantasy |
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We found heaven we found hell... |
