[Lyrics: O.A.Myrholt]
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[Music: T.E.Tunheim]
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Prudence kept the sun from shining bright
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prudence kept the animal from revealing in the night
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narcissistic raving, nihilistic craving
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and she became the torment of my heart
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Prudence was the context of distress and complaint
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prudence kept her purity when that old moon waned
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mischievously gleaming, derelict and dreaming
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faithlessness is highly rated art...
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Green eyed, deified, envious jewels gleaming
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drugfumes, childish tunes, Juliet was dreaming
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sinful trifles, improving my discography
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rejoicing with the deed that is making me celebrity
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Oh, well, obliged to hell, deviltry and sadness
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waylaid by chaos, mirthfulness and madness
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Feeling, falling, taunting gods creation
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oh, so lief yielding fluency to temptation
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Prudence was the context of distress and complaint
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prudence kept her purity when that old moon waned
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mischievously gleaming, derelict and dreaming
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faithlessness is highly rated art...
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There were few lucid moments in the dead midsummer madness
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we withdrew from joy of the ultimate kind to sickening sour sadness
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we wasted our dark passion, we wasted our complexion
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prudence kept our purity and my art is the grand reflection
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Green eyed, deified, envious jewels gleaming
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drugfumes, childish tunes, Juliet was dreaming
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sinful trifles, improving my discography
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rejoicing with the deed that is making me celebrity
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Oh, well, obliged to hell, deviltry and sadness
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waylaid by chaos, mirthfulness and madness
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Feeling, falling, taunting gods creation
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oh, so lief yielding fluency to temptation
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But if I dream of moonshine, if I taste the (devils) vintage
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if I dream of wastelands, if I stroll through deserts
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if I behold autumn, if I reach to touch her cold face
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I realise our hours draws on apace...
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Prudence Kept Her Purity
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| Enslavement Of Beauty |
