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In the night where I live, there's a strange force in your kiss, oh
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All's divine, in desire
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With an ire of philosophy, burning scrolls in the naked heat
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Oh how coy, is your little boy?
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'Cause I know it don't read that well
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I got, buried. No it won't be long, before I rise in
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I got, buried. No it won't be long yeah
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In the night where I live, your children sway, they fuel the kitch
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Raise their glass to soviet cries in the ward and in shadows
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Outright, in times of old fumes are falling, smell them burn
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Like always, yes, always. Now hear!
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'Cause I know it don't read that well
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And I know only time will tell, me
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I got, buried. No it won't be long, before I rise in
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I got, buried. No it won't be long, before I rise in song!
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And I know it don't read that well, yeah!
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I got, buried. No it won't be long, before I rise in
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I got, buried. Oh, no! 'Cause I know I got you