In Sin
Gone are the days of my freedom
Home is a place far forgotten
In me lies an easy going beast
Jesting life as though it were a game
Killed someone accidentally now lost endlessly
Like a child forsaken by deity
Made a pact with the devil
Nothing seems to matter to me
Oh, this wretched life of mine
Perhaps it's better of leaving forever.
-Bohemian Rhapsody
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