He worries
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No more than he
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Necessarily needs
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To fill his void.
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As big as space
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Never ending thrill
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He meets his will
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By choosing hate.(Why choosing?)
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(Why choosing?)
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Need us to smile too?
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Alright...
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Struggling to prevail
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Foretaste
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The aftermath
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Which will be black
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As black as rage
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(Why choosing?)
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We'll throw in an extra dance
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For just a little over 5 pence
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(Why choosing?)
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Need us to smile too? Oh,
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Alright...(Why choosing?)
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You'll turn our limo into a hearse
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Weighing just enough to run it over your curse
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(Why choosing?)
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Need us to smile too?
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You lie, you lie, you lie...
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Why choosing?
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Why choosing?
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Alright...(Why choosing?)
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We'll throw in an extra dance
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For just a little over 5 pence
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(Why choosing?)
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Need us to smile too?
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Alright...(Why choosing?)
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You'll turn our limo into a hearse
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Weighing just enough to run it over your curse
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(Why choosing?)
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Need us to smile too?
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[Anneke van Giersbergen]
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These Good People
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| The Gathering |
