[words 16/2-99, music 93]
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Am I not your super hero
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Am I not your golden chain
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War fixation, I won the game
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Transmit this remedy
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Transmit this gain
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Prosperity - I'll came across you between the shades
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With superior blessings
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That apparently was holding the staff
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Of which blindness could foresee
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Trouble in the corridor
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Drained through the system of foundations,
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Dear in cruelty
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Simulating the opponent
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Well besmeared with toxic phlegm
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Let me lick you, frustrated joy
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A canyon of courage with soar feet
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A paradise in motion,
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Born without a scruple
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Could I please be left alone now
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In my hand I hold the science, of which
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Nothing can ever penetrate
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In my hand I hold the plague
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Where silence will proceed
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Wild bindings, an opportunity for great men,
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And with or without them in honor, just for fun
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I mingle with the fountains of all that I've seen
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Substantial is the millenium
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And proud is the frog that predicated his amusement
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All for benefit of reluctant ideas
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Like envy is the falsehood, while the morning after
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Is all that is between us
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As laughter is planted in mortal void
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And unwilling wisdom is abroad
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Wandering alone in this shapeless halls of nothing
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And watch it increase as the shining becomes stronger
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This stranger is a "place" for you to rest
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Ion Storm
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| Dodheimsgard |
