POWER CALLING
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and the frail shall turn to dust as the...,
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POWER rising
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within the few who find the will,
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It grows, I know
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it shows
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WHOAH- Within the heart there's a fury and IT GROWS
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within the eyes a deathlike calm,
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And eye to eye we recognize our own
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WHOAH- With death of day within the few
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this inversion shall bring anew,
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That of nights that since have gone unknown
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Beyod this coil, I am reaching
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beyond your reach, I send myself
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WHOAH- Beneath the Earth beyond the sky IT GROWS
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extend our will silent and still,
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As one by one we deify our own
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WHOAH- Now heed the urge to slip inside
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and let them scream of patricide,
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Destiny we will invent alone
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Beyod this coil, I am reaching
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beyond your reach, I send myself,
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Beyod this coil, I am reaching
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beyond your reach, I send myself
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POWER CALLING
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and the frail shall turn to dust as the...,
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POWER rising
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within the few who find the will
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Beyod this coil, I am reaching
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beyond your reach, I send myself,
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Beyod this coil, I am reaching
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beyond your reach, I send myself,
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Beyond this coil, beyond this coil, I am reaching
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beyond your reach, I send myself
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Of Power
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| Son Of Sam |
