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So this is dreamtime and all is quiet |
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So this is dreamtime and all is night |
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You've never been held by the hand of God |
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Who's rocking the cradle if he is not |
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He turned the oil into his blood |
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Panzer divisions burning in the mud |
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The stain of freedom, he's washed it out |
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Who's rocking the cradle, I have no doubt |
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Sleeping eyes awake, to see his hooded gaze |
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Whispers on the wind, the darker side of ecstasy |
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Satan - has left his killing floor |
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Satan - has left his killing floor |
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Satan - hell fires burn no more |
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Satan - has left his killing floor |
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So now it's dreamtime for you tonight |
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So now it's dreamtime and all is quiet |
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You've never been held by the hand of God |
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Who's rocking your cradle if he is not |
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Sleeping eyes awake, to see his hooded gaze |
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Whispers on the wind, the neverending breath goodbye |
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Satan - has left his killing floor |
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Satan - has left his killing floor |
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Satan - his fires burn no more |
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Satan - is coming back for more |
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Satan - has left his killing floor |
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Satan - has left his killing floor... |
