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HIM - In Venere Veritas |
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Let's fall apart together now |
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Zipping cupid in a body bag well worn |
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Next to the mausoleum he was born in |
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Picking up the pieces of this gory glory of it all |
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From Eve to morn |
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For Eve to morn |
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Have no fear |
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There are wounds that are not meant to heal |
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And they sing, in venere veritas |
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Come inside |
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Let the fire burn you alive |
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And sing, baby sing |
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There are wounds that are not meant to heal at all |
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In venere veritas |
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Let's fall apart together now |
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There's a method to our sadness - |
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- as we drag the mirrored ball and chain |
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Through the twilight again |
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Dressed up in shame |
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Have no fear |
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There are wounds that are not meant to heal |
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And they sing, in venere veritas |
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Come inside |
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Let the fire burn you alive |
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And sing, baby sing |
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There are wounds that are not meant to heal at all |
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In venere veritas |
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We are begging for a reflection from - |
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- an unshuttered heart to |
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Find and chase us over the edge |
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Have no fear |
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There are wounds that are not meant to heal |
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And they sing, in venere veritas |
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Come inside |
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Let the fire burn you alive |
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And sing, baby sing |
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There are wounds that are not meant to heal at all |
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In venere veritas |
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These are the wounds that are not meant to heal at all |
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Let's fall apart together now |
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Let's fall apart together now |
