How could I fool you, rest and assure you
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Take you off from here and put you on the line
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Your back's to the pistol, iron bullets whistle
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Landscapes open and the world it's mine, it's still mine
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OD'd on life, life itself (repeat twice)
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Writings appear on the wall
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Curtains part and landscapes fall
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It's the writings done in blood
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Like a mummy's inscription
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And a bat wing tongue
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Well then the mouth of the cave
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Will open up wide, wide as the world
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That's mine, mine, still mine
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So don't you fear the trade in lives
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Life loves force and force loves lives
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This wedding in heaven was made up in hell
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This victim as bride and life, life itself
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OD'd on life, life itself (repeat ad nauseam)
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O.D.'d On Life Itself
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| Blue Oyster Cult |
