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From the manger to the morgue

Strangers are born and reborn

Giving birth to the wages of sin...

and claiming it came from within

Within me there's a gaping hole

And it seems I'm last to know

And no one, or thing, can fill this empty space

that I've been pacing in

I fell in love with an empty place

But I want change

But I won't change

I can't feel a thing

The pins and needles sing...

"I can say it

But I won't mean a thing

Because I know you'll fall for

Each and every pretty word I sing."

Spirits spin me around once more

Sin if you sing the overture

That lulls me back to sleep

I swear I'm yours to keep

Consumed with consuming

And soon I'll Swallow people whole

I'll have back what strangers stole

If I can't find my happiness

I'll soon devour yours

I'll sing your weary head to rest

With my overture

Because I fell in love with that empty place

But I want yours

But I want yours

For it I fell

For it I fell so fast

For it I fell

For it I fell so hard

For it I fell

For it I fell so fast

For it I fell, I fell for it

We lose ourselves once more

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C5# - 6

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B5 - 4

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Asus- 2

2

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D5# - 8

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