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This is an obsession, a kind of aggression with himself
It's the way hell always be
He loves to rebel, to go against his ten commandments
For him, that's just being free
And he always will, gets his thrills, the only way he knowshow
Well it might make you frown
But he loves, being that dove, roaming where he cares to goto a state of mind that no one knows
Over there stands my angry angeland she's shaking her head, in disgrace withme
Yeah over there stands my angry angeland she's frowning like hell, but I'm notfeeling guilty
Over and over again, more and more for the pain
To release himself, from this shell
Time after time, you may glare athim for the way he looks
Like something drawn up from
Hell
But that's just his cover,from what is under it
All his imagination, hispassion for creationwhich he has discovered,uncovering a world, ofamazing sensations
His own little nation
I don't care,I'm flying
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