| In a house where no one never sleeps
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| Lays a man who sees more with his eyes
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| Picturing the past before him
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| In a bed, alone, with clothes on
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| Paying for a service he doesn’t really need
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| With his eyes, he sees more love and lust
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| More tears, far too much to handle
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| Can’t tell a soul, not this time, they’d lock him right up
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| Too much of burning bushes too much for his weak soul
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| In his mind, oh so jaded
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| He’s gone too far behind
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| Of all the visions seen
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| This one makes him scream
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| He cannot live neither die in this world
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| Burning sensation inside, you know how that hurts?
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| Making up for the crimes of your life
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| With scythe as your sword
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| You must fight 'till the end of time
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| Don’t look behind, or you will fall through the time
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| Only time can make you see behind of the curtain hiding
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| The secret. |
| Your time is up when you see the light
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| You can live as a noble man but when time
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| You won’t be left behind
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| With the sound of time ringing in his head
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| He leaves the house where no-one never sleeps
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| Job well done knowing that at least one will be pleased
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| Hiding is always useless, pictures will fade with time
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| Seeking for a winner of the day, prize of life is here
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| Of all the visions seen this one makes him scream
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| He cannot live neither die in this world
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| Burning sensation inside, you know how that hurts?
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| Making up for the crimes of your life
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| With scythe as your sword
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| You must fight 'till the end of time
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| He cannot live neither die in this world
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| Burning sensation inside, you know how that hurts?
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| Making up for the crimes of your life
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| With scythe as your sword
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| You must fight 'till the end of time |