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DIARY
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Music- Schaffer, Shawver, Abell
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Lyrics- Barlow
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Mine is pure darkness
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It is as blackness is
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Damn the light which comes from
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You as a moth to flame I burn
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In the twilight of morning I rest my weary eyes
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For the benefits of the nights bounty were many
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My soul has been redeemed (with those of others)
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I missed my love tonight
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Hiding behind the figure I cannot bare to face
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That of a dead profit
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And his beast of burden
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Thorns ripping through his brow
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Skin soft and white, eyes fire and ice
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Just as I recall
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Not longer than nine score
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Certainly food for the gods
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And fit for a prince
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Her throat I'll have it now
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I will have her, she is mine
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Rise of the sun, my test of time
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And when shadows fall on unholy ground
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It's time to sleep again
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As consciousness slips into blackness
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I rise to nights warm embrace
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And though my blood runs cold
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I know my love will be alone
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And my mortal heart shall beat again
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Like it did ten thousand years ago
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Forbidden love can only taste this sweet
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Not like the others so incomplete
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The symbolic arrow that pierces my heart
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Takes the shape of a wooden stare
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Now I am the one crucified
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For her immortal heart I'd give my own
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And die for mankind's sins
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But that is not the nature of this beast
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I am denied
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I will have her, she is mine
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Rise of the sun, my test of time
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When shadows fall on unholy ground
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I will make her mine
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DIARY
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| Iced Earth |
