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In the circle deep,lost me in this cold, cold blacka strong arm in these weak days justan inner wish to be forgotten ...
See, the ships are sailingthey sail without a sea;and still Jesus is praisinghe speaks with no need to breathe ...
In my words I claim nothingness to beand pictures awake and grow in me.
What is leftto expect?
Where is to go,to look at?
Gallows for sale,just follow the stenchof my sweat.
You in my mouth,did you really believeyou were safed?'
Swopped blood for blood,'snuffed mud for mud'shook hands with the boysof the underworld.
The last dance in the inside of my outsidedid you really believeyou were safed?
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