| Where have all the virgins gone?
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| They left me here with nothing on
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| They tore my skin when they took my clothes
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| Left me here with broken bones
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| Dead eyes and the sweat and blood
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| Face down in the dirt and the dust
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| With nothing left of what was me
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| But praise the lord because he set me free
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| Your paradise does not exist
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| It’s a tomb that’s full of emptiness
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| But if there is a paradise, hidden in the sky
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| I hope you never get to see it when you die
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| I am nothing but some scattered parts
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| A holy mess without a heart
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| All meat and bones and shredded skin
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| A shrapnel prayer in an IED
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| Suffocate in an empty tomb
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| And let the wolves in just to lick the wounds
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| And all the diamonds and all the gold
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| When I touched them they just turned to smoke
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| Your paradise does not exist
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| It’s a tomb that’s full of emptiness
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| But if there is a paradise, hidden in the sky
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| I hope you never get to see it when you die
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| When you die
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| When you die
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| When you die
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| You coward fucking scum
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| Your paradise does not exist
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| It’s a tomb that’s full of emptiness
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| But if there is a paradise, hidden in the sky
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| I hope you never get to see it when you die
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| Your paradise does not exist
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| It’s a tomb that’s full of emptiness
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| And if there is a paradise, hidden in the sky
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| I hope you never get to see it when you die
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| When we stand before the gates
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| We’ll see the shadows the swords make |