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"Not marching now in fields of Thrasimene,
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where Mars did mate the Chartaginians..."
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[The Sphere:]
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No dreams come true,
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in the dark of his empty study,
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he seems to long beyond the rest
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of human race,
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heavy deamons of the night now
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are talking with my heart,
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[Aurienne (Dr.Faustus):]
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black arts will raise
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my mind up to the sky
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to control the powers of the world
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[Aurienne (Dr.Faustus):]
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Gloomy shadows of the earth,
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in the dark of the night I'm evoking you,
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now spirits of the hell dance 'round 'n 'round
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with my soul,
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I'm the king of illusion
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[PRE CHORUS:]
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[Deamons:]
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Your will will be done...
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[CHORUS:]
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[Aurienne (Dr,Faustus):]
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On wings of glory,
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my stare covers the world,
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stars, winds and fire,
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I control just with thought,
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whatever I please in one second is real,
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whenever I dream I can live actually,
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whoever I face I'm the one who can win,
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but I'm not...lord of my soul anymore
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[#PRE CHORUS]
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[#CHORUS]
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[Aurienne (Dr.Faustus):]
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No fear, no real aim,
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in heart,
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my dreams have other hopes now,
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I don't feel emptyness, anymore
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when clouds fill the sky,
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I feel I'm lord,
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I'm Lord of my soul
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Dr. Faustus
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Secret sphere |