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I wake up in the morning
I’m crawling near my bed I see a candle burning A voice tells me I’m dead. As dead as I can be Alive you are as well My heart can feel no love from you Cause now she is in hell! Near demons, souls and fire I sit up in my throne My anger is my weakness You gave up your own. I’ll never feel again that love That shivered my heart I’m waiting for the iced, cold shower That will tear us apart For good! and for the Evil That came between us now When I’ve opened you the door He came in somehow And threw those nights away In which we were as One The Cerberus eat all his prey And Satan gave him some!
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