| Though I shut the box
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| Still I hear it
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| One voice through the lock
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| In its song, a prophecy
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| Why must it haunt me
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| (Comming to me, live in purity)
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| Why does it want me
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| (Live in purity, moving, through me)
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| Every night, I’m drawn to the music
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| Drawn into a heaven in hell
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| Every day, I try not to choose it
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| To refuse a heaven in hell
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| Lost an found in its arms
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| Lost an found in its arms
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| Lost an found in its arms
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| Lost an found in its arms
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| Each note tells a tale
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| Yet unwritten
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| I breathe, it exhales
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| Warning in its melody
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| Why must it haunt me
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| (Comming to me, live in purity)
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| Why does it want me
|
| (Live in purity, moving, through me)
|
| Every night, I’m drawn to the music
|
| Drawn into a heaven in hell
|
| Every day, I try not to choose it
|
| To refuse a heaven in hell
|
| Lost an found in its arms
|
| Lost an found in its arms
|
| Lost an found in its arms
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| Lost an found in its arms
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| Why must it haunt me
|
| (Comming to me, live in purity)
|
| Why does it want me
|
| (Live in purity, moving, through me)
|
| Every night, I’m drawn to the music
|
| Drawn into a heaven in hell
|
| Every day, I try not to choose it
|
| To refuse a heaven in hell
|
| Lost an found in its arms
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| Lost an found in its arms
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| Lost an found in its arms
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| Lost an found in its arms |