[Johansson / Nordlund / Lindstedt]
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With a gun inside your mouth life's rushing by
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In the shade of sin; to live you have to die
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Convicting yourself to the cross; it was your loss
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The face made of tragic and tears:
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Now it's here
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It goes on and on and on
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From the cradle to the grave
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Well, it rolls like a wheel
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The torture goes on and on
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In the houses made of stone you try to hide
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But the eyes of the beholder will try
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To drag you from heaven to hell, I tell
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The treasure, the struggle in pain
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All in vain
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It goes on and on and on
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From the cradle to the grave
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Well, it rolls like a wheel
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On and on and on
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On and on and on
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It goes on and on and on
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On and on and on
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It goes on and on and on
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[Solo: Nordlund / Haglund]
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Now you're gone
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The torments tongue brought you under the ground
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I can see it now so clear; you have to die
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Convicting yourself to the cross; it was your loss
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The face made of tragic and tears
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Now it's near
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It goes on and on and on
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From the cradle to the grave
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Well, it rolls like a wheel
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The torture goes on and on
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It goes on and on and on
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From the cradle to the grave
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In the calm in the storm
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On and on and on
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On and on
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From the cradle to the grave
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On and on and on and on
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From The Cradle To The Grave
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Astral Doors |