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By Tiamat, A new serum eradicates the illness
An old man rises
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By Tiamat, Robin Goodfellow
Dianae, my muse
Morpheus in my heart
Your sand in my
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By Tiamat, it comes smoothly at start
stirs gently in the colour pot
centrifuge
restore
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By Tiamat, Always learn from history
To be sure you make the same
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By Tiamat, You dance like liquid fire
Like crystal methedrine
You make
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By Tiamat, we drank as much as we could
and she drank more
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By Tiamat, I gave you my love, though crystallized
I sent you a
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By Tiamat, We are the children of the underworld
We are the children
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By Tiamat, And now that we're dead
we've learned how to live
Our failures
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By Tiamat, In a room with no doors I will lose myself
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By Tiamat, Hallowed dances upon glorified graves
Twisted minds, blasphemous slaves
Witches and demons
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By Tiamat, Come down, slowly
I'm waiting by your side
Come down, carefully
I'm waiting
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By Tiamat, You're only but so is the desolate one
You're drowning but
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By Tiamat, Rip out my heart and put it on the table
Read
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By Tiamat, While the rest of you are sleeping safe and sound
I'm
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By Tiamat, I'm climbing the clouds
I touch a subdued sky
With my bare
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By Tiamat, We're shards of broken glass; we're coming to get you
The
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By Tiamat, I wanna crush all bones in you
Cause I've got nothing
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By Tiamat, You ask for forgiveness but your lips they are still
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By Tiamat, The losers are the winners
The saints are the sinners
The angels
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By Tiamat, this dole crowner gallows me
as this mere welkin hallowed be
whereupon
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By Tiamat, Time stands still with you
The night is ours once again
How
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By Tiamat, The smell of flowers, the smell of grace
If I could
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By Tiamat, It can't get any colder, no sun left, no light
It
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By Tiamat, what heals our snowblind weary eyes
when all stars are slain
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By Tiamat, by a pool
of amber water
a sticky smell
of carrion kind
integrates with
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By Tiamat, The warrior went back to Rome
The nomads settled for solid
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By Tiamat, Alone I sit, I wonder why
You dream of love and
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By Tiamat, You'd be forgiven for thinking I've got a heart of
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By Tiamat, she shivered, afraid that i would shoot
she`d panic, afraid that