| When madness reigns in this fire feast
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| And clarity does not come
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| I leave it up to my instincts
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| Grieving sadness of the sun
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| Grieving sadness of the sun
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| Grieving madness of the sun
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| No longer that moment
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| No longer that time
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| Not even very close
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| To that frame of mine
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| I had a million sons
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| Life carried them all off
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| They went to sea
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| They are life harbors lost
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| Fuzzy is the image
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| Of my libertine day
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| From certainty to loss
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| Far from certain dismay
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| When madness reigns in this fire feast
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| And clarity does not come
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| I leave it up to my instincts
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| Grieving sadness of the sun
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| Grieving sadness of the sun (sun)
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| Grieving madness of the sun (sun, sun, sun, sun)
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| No longer that moment
|
| No longer that time
|
| Not even very close
|
| To that frame of mine
|
| I had a million sons
|
| Life carried them all off
|
| They went to sea
|
| They are life harbors lost
|
| Fuzzy is the image
|
| Of my libertine day
|
| From certainty to loss
|
| Far from certain dismay
|
| When madness reigns in this fire feast
|
| And clarity does not come
|
| I leave it up to my instincts
|
| Grieving sadness of the sun
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| Grieving sadness of the sun
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| Grieving madness of the sun
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| Ba-ba, ba-ba
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| Ba-ba, ba-ba
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| Ba-ba, ba-ba
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| Ba-ba, ba-ba
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| Ba-ba, ba-ba
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| Ba-ba, ba-ba
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| Ba-ba, ba-ba
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| Ba-ba, ba-ba
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| Ba-ba, ba-ba
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| Ba-ba, ba-ba
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| Ba-ba, ba-ba
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| When madness reigns in this fire feast
|
| And clarity does not come
|
| I leave it up to my instincts
|
| Grieving sadness of the sun
|
| Grieving sadness of the sun
|
| Grieving madness of the sun
|
| Grieving sadness of the sun
|
| Grieving sadness of the sun
|
| Grieving madness of the sun
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| Grieving sadness of the sun
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| Grieving sadness of the sun
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| Grieving madness of the sun
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| Grieving sadness of the sun |