All my senses rebel
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Under the scrutiny of their persistent gaze.
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It took a lifetime to get here,
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A journey I'll never make again.
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For those who have accepted the burden of shame,
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For the innocent only guilt will remain
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And our lives will be forced to accomodate
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The perpetrators of our own bastard race.
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All my senses rebel
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Under the scrutiny of their persistent gaze.
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It took a lifetime to get here,
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A journey I'll never make again.
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I stand accused of thousand and one crimes,
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A witness to events that led to this present time.
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These traditions which bind our hands and keep us tied
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Will never survive the greatest test of time.
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Deliver me from those feverish eyes
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That threaten to unbalance my state of mind,
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For I must confess only to the smallest of crimes.
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A sense of guilt. [4x]
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The Trial
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| Dead Can Dance |
