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zuò cí : Holmes, MacKintosh |
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luó huí bēn chuā ands Of Reason |
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juān jiǎo cōng bēn láng raconian Times |
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cuān hōng nǎn yuè é xì Paradise Lost |
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yuè zéi qióng huǒ chǎn mèi bēn yà hé xín ē guǐ hóng wén quán bèi líng |
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I speak of people whose game is disguise |
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The myth of flavour appears with no sign |
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Cause I see it coming, like a long lost friend |
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A temple of rubble, the low and blind betray |
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Inane, the pleasures that leave a sorry state |
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You' re told of treasures, indulgence cannot wait |
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But wait for tomorrow and steal some sanity |
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Insane thoughts are borrowed, unable to repay them |
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back |
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As I now fall... fall into deprivation |
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Fall... fallen there' s till tomorrow |
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Love hides the things you' ll never know |
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A lack of reason that makes a mortal man |
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Untold the reason, the past where it began |
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Cause I see horror, horror to think about |
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Insane thoughts are borrowed, unable to reapy them |
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As I see the blood, blood on the hands of reason |
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Blood, bloody the hands that lead me |
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Love for the ones you cannot know |
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