Number nine out of eleven little littermates,
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rotten animals show the way.
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Littermates all with different fates,
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taught them almost all I knew.
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And now the best, the primus,
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number nine of eleven little littermates,
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feeling almighty
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is after my throne
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In the bright daylight, little number nine,
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dressed to kill, much like me.
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Takes a look at the free world behind the gate,
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of a castle and escapes
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I leave the baits, the night awaits
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Snare well hidden for the littermate
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Evaded all but one, one by one.
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Eleven little litter mates, annihilate
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only number nine's not in sight.
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Hiding for the moonlight eats the day
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Kisses burn the paper-thin wings away.
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Hate me, hate me, if they want you to break me,
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love is for the weak and the restless, relief in the end
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A broken lock and a twisted dream
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For an early tomb, destiny's overruled
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Trailed it back to the Pagan Cathedral
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Don't love me, don't you dare,
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I lie, I cheat and I don't care.
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Don't you go telling me tales about fidelity
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Truth ain't safe with me.
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In (sane), in (pain)
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Ran into a needle
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I (love), I (hate)
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don't need anyone
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Lights (on), Lights (out)
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Read it loud and clear
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And hear the lion roar.
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Without my eyes, they failed me, knots untied
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I turned my weakness into a fine profession.
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more I hear, more I see, I can feel the path I choose
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What I did was a must, faced the music, away from the light alone.
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Someone got to know me well
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drowned me in a wishing well,
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making mistakes, we all do,
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worst of mine was trusting in a stranger.
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For now I'm feeling fine,
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drank poison liked the sign
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Now touch the greatest fear,
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impaired to look sincere.
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One step behind you, turn around,
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and I am gone with what I need.
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The essence of timely death,
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cold and dark, love less hard.
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The Vice
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Sonata Arctica |