Someone stole the starlight from the backside of your hand
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Weak without the magic you lay passed out in the sand
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With controls set for night flights when witches ruled the world
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In a twinkling moment you see cockroaches and crows
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Go behind the great clouds if you want to stay the same
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In nothing land you'll perish when they whisper aloud your name
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A window full of trauma stares you in the face
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You know it's time to scream now and leave this fucking place
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So drunk and misled, face down in the mindless gutter
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You puked and you bled, the lifeblood of the holy mother
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Lame and astray, bloated in the crimson river
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Needless to say, we are here to burn and wither
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Come with me, walk with me
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The voice of doom and new adventures
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Love with me, love with you
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The endless trip is what you're after
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Blinding light, burning light
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From excess to bitter laughter
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Happiness, loneliness
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Kneel before the disaster master
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The night is almost over and still there you are
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Half dead, numb and shipwrecked like a shooting star
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Surrounded by black witches, you don't know what to do
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Weak without the magic, the madness is killing you
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Witches
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