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Like a poisoned apple |
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A little taste of her is sweet but deadly |
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Her carriage leaves |
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Before the midnight hour and then she fades away |
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A crown of thorns he wears to override |
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The lightness of their whining |
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Down to delirium |
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He finds his way to crawl once every other day |
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Empty now I feel, even when I should be full of myself |
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I'm addicted to the misery that rots inside |
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Scary, cold as the freezing snow, this is how you might consider me |
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So open up your heart and come to the other side |
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Bring black roses for the wicked one |
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He can dominate the pain |
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As the ravages his love with sorrow |
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Midian is where they'll spend their quarantine |
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Among the other freaks |
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Empty now I feel, even when I should be full of myself |
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I'm addicted to the misery that rots inside |
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Scary, cold as the freezing snow, this is how you might consider me |
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So open up your heart and come to the other side |
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Bring black roses for the wicked one |
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I wasn't made for loving you, 'cause I belong to this stormy night |
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Of laudanum, of sulphur, blood and a touch of death |
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Bring black roses for the wicked one |
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Don't waste away all your sympathy |
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On a fallen soul like me |
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There are not such things as miracles |
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Pain will always stand by me |
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Someday someway you will get to see |
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There's no haughtiness in me |
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No redemption and no deliverance |
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So get the hell away from me |
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(Guitar solo: Raphael) |
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Scary, cold as the freezing snow, this is how you might consider me |
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So open up your heart and come to the other side |
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Bring black roses for the wicked one |
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I wasn't made for loving you, 'cause I belong to this stormy night |
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Of laudanum, of sulphur, blood and a touch of death |
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Bring black roses for the wicked one |
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