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Lately i've been searching, searching for answers |
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I walk around the boulevards, looking for magicians |
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With a cold feet, black coat full of arms outstretched and a leading voice |
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And i can't help but shout at the top of my lungs |
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Who is next in line to get hurt |
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Who is next in line to get speared |
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Bad mouth, bad habits |
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Now leads icicles growing out me hair |
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Our past i'd guaranteed you if you'd stay with me your tomorrow will be endlessly free |
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Don't know what it was that had made you to come by |
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Though i know god created me beautifully but don't you know beauty will forever kill. |
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Who is next in line to get hurt? |
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Who is next in line to get speared? |
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I am sorry |
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I can see our future |
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It isn't so bright |
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There isn't any light |
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Who is next in line to get hurt |
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Who is next in line to get my spear |
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And so i wait |
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I wait for my next prey |
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I wait. |
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Here. |
