| Morning has broken;
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| You stare at the clouds from your windowpane
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| Voices that fade in the mist,
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| You try to call out in vain
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| Lost in the shadows
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| Whilst standing at the crossroads heavily burdened
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| Came forth a vision with a message so clear
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| You can borrow beg or steal, but…
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| If you care to make a deal
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| Listen to the devil’s trill
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| I’ll play for your sole delight
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| Now come and take my hand
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| Until you meet your end
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| I swear to be your servant
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| Fire, fire, I’ll be waiting by your funeral pyre
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| Fire down below. |
| Burn in,
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| Fire, fire, I’ll grant you what your heart desires
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| Rest and be assured,
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| I will!
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| Young heart of gold you’ve been warned,
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| You’ve been told not to call his name
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| Stuck in this place for so long,
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| Enthralled by a fake romance
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| Lost for a lifetime
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| There’s no way out of here you’re caught in a landslide
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| The hall of whispered dreams where heretics dance
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| Silent cursed and alone you dwell
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| Rebuked for a thousand years
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| Ending your life in tears
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| Vanquished by all your fears
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| Cast out of eden’s garden
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| And robbed of all pardon!
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| You can borrow beg or steal, but…
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| If you care to make a deal
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| Listen to the devil’s trill
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| And walk with me once more.
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| Waiting by your funeral pyre
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| Burning flames to fuel the fire |