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Today the coins are counted |
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On your eyes they lay |
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Veins dried, they ornaments became |
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On the skin, so white, so stained |
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In your sickness you felt grace |
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On your weakest you felt hate |
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You felt hate |
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Let the funeral begin |
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Let the dressed up killers in |
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This is the final masquerade |
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Bring the Body on estrate |
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Let the funeral begin |
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Let the funeral begin |
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Let the funeral begin |
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Let the funeral begin! |
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This is the last time |
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Mask is putted down |
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Theatre closed, released |
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Is the ghost |
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When the hearts are weighted |
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On your knees you prey |
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Sins long forgotten |
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On your shoulder stay |
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In your sickness you felt grace |
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On your weakest you felt hate |
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You felt hate |
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Let the funeral begin |
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Let the clowns and sinners in |
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This is the final barricade |
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Bring the Body on parade |
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Let the funeral begin |
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Let the funeral begin |
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Let the funeral begin |
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Let the funeral begin! |
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This is the last time |
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Mask is putted down |
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Theatre closed |
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released is the ghost |
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When the spirit gets unchained |
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On the solid ground you stay |
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Under burden of this play |
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You shall decay |
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In your sickness you felt grace |
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On your weakest you felt hate |
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You felt hate |
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Let the funeral begin |
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Let the liars, stabbers in |
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This is the final serenade |
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Bring the Body, celebrate |
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Let the funeral begin |
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Let the funeral begin |
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Let the funeral begin |
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Let the funeral begin! |
