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The Devil's Lullaby By: Kri Sasaki on 1/10/2006; 8:26 PM Songs of past attempts to fly Broken, bleeding, withered, died I can make the bleeding dry Take my hands, we fly tonight Darkest roads they seem to be The only way we live our dreams There is no way to escape life So take my hand, we dance tonight Thoughts are on the dwelling past Driving you insane at last You suffering will be denied Your hearts in hand, as eyes meet eyes Death and loss is no surprise And as we wake we blind our eyes Life itself has been denied Blood on your hands, you die tonight
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