Roaming the plains
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Where a number is your name
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In a palace
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And you'll never fin the door
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Oh look into the mirror
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Is it what you wanna see
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Or just a cuddy toy
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The vogue has washed the ashore
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No I don't care what you say
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Into the darkness I plough my way
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I'm striking out for paradise
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To be the one I am
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We're going down to the devil
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We are striking out for paradise
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To bedlam below - down to the devil
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The mad parade is coming home
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Can't you hear the sound
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As they make the hammer pound
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Rusty nails into a coffin of you size
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To bury you alive
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You mature until you're ripe
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Then they reap you
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When you're beautiful enough
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In their eyes
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They lurk to wall in your belief
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Put up glass ceilings that you can't see
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To break down the freak
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They don't you to be
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We're going down to the devil
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We are striking out for paradise
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To bedlam below - down to the devil
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The mad parade is coming home
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Oh we're going down
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Here's your invitation, your instigation
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Your damnation to the hellfire club
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Down To The Devil
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| Edguy |
