As you look through my window
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Deep into my room
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At the tapestries all faded
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Their vague and distant glories
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Concealed in the gloom
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The icy fingers of forgotten passions
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Softly brushing my lips
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At the tips of my primitive soul
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As you look through my door
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Deep into my room
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Can you feel the mighty wall of power
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It's waiting, waiting in the gloom
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The distant shadows of forgotten champions
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Those who live in me still
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And will rise when we challenge and kill
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Born again
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You'll be born again
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Look at this prince of evil
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Fighting for your mind
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Fighting all the priests of shame
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For the thrust of my challenge is aimed
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At the hearts of mutant gods
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who think we're all the same
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They're controlling our minds
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And they use us for fortune and fame
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As you look through my window
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Deep into my room
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At your future and freedom
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The grey and plastic retards all floating in circles
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And as you taste the fruits of new sensations
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Softly brushing your lips
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As we rise when we challenge and kill
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Born again
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You'll be born again
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If you want to be king for a day
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Just do what I say
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Everybody's got to think like a hunter
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Just search for your prey
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Be alive through the night and the day
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Just do it my way
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Born Again
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Black Sabbath |