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Without beginning, without the end (our lifeblood)the road for the spiritual outlaws is never endingand so is the hunt for all those answersthe devil may hold your truth, what a fucking relief it would be (to know)bluecold and the grim truth stands before you (all you ever wanted?) |
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Descend and fly away to another day, another nightsleep forever or serve to justify |
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The brand that you wear speak of what you are made of |
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It leaves you like an open book for everyone to read |
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Is this it, is this what you wanted? |
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The eye of the rest on your back |
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To be a part of the masterplan is the only way to spiritual helldrink to that and never forget where you came fromcause there's no such thing as a one way ticket to hellwhat a fucking relief that is |
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Descend and fly away to another day, another nightsleep forever or serve to justify |
