| A long, long time ago
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| He emptied his soul into it
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| With words about his pain and oceans of love
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| Rites of power and lust, recipes for living
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| Spells for dying, sleep inside it, in the dark
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| We invoke another reality
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| We establish contact with a deity
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| The spirits will awake tonight
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| If you know how to recite
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| Take me with you to the other side
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| And together we will learn to cry
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| Take me to another mystic land
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| I wanna stay alive
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| Without you my mind won’t be able to fly
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| In this world we are supposed to die
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| In my dreams I am «the last in line»
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| I want to have you by my side
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| In its pages someone turned from white into black
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| Angels and demons come when the black book’s read out loud
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| All the warlocks will take care of us
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| While having fun with secret arts
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| I am Alice in this wonderland
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| The mass is about to start
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| Take me with you to the other side
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| And together we will learn to cry
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| Take me to another mystic land
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| I wanna stay alive
|
| Without you my mind won’t be able to fly
|
| In this world we are supposed to die
|
| In my dreams I am «the last in line»
|
| I want to have you by my side
|
| We invoke another reality
|
| We establish contact with a deity
|
| The spirits will awake tonight
|
| If you know how to recite
|
| Take me with you to the other side
|
| And together we will learn to cry
|
| Take me to another mystic land
|
| I wanna stay alive
|
| Without you my mind won’t be able to fly
|
| In this world we are supposed to die
|
| In my dreams I am «the last in line»
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| I want to have you by my side |