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give my soul,give my soul,sing it free across the sealonely spell to conjure you,but conjure hell is all i do
they say for every heart high there must be a low low low low low
and every sun ascending a lonesome moon will grow grow grow grow
drive my heart,drive my heart
into the fire of a burning's heart desire
the only spells that you'll be seeing
do you hear me coming in my blue dreams?
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