Marble stairs in this cathedral
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Built by these hands five hundred years before
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We will make good men better
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We will make good men better
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Draw the right hand across the neck
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Drop the arm down to your side.
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I hear the voices calling in the night.
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Thirty-three degrees
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Accepted right of hypocrisy
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From this bitter cup we all shall drink
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Here I am awake, it’s 2AM; it’s getting late
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All I know is something isn’t right.
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We will make good men better
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How can you make good men better?
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Draw the right hand across the neck
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Drop the arm down to your side.
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I hear the shadows calling in the night.
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Get up, get up, get out
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The fire’s burning now
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Our bodies burned to ashes
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They’ll be scattered to the forests.
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Does it ever even faze you
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That your father’s involvement with a cult
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Nearly killed your first born child?
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Secret Handshakes
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