| It is the darkest hour of the night
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| And it will be filled with blood and fire
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| She said be quick before I am gone
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| For I shall fade before the morning sun
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| She said act now while you can
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| While you can and are still a man
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| Because time will come, crueler than death;
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| Before death comes to claim the rest
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| Yeah, oh yeah, you better believe it
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| The sweetest angel is the most evil
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| She said kiss me, I’m a phantom born of desire
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| And I shall make of you a man and a child
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| She said place your hand upon my breast
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| For I will be gone before the dawn’s first breath
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| Yeah, oh yeah, you better believe it
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| The sweetest angel is the most evil
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| There is a darkness in this dream goddess
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| And the most beautiful is the cruelest
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| There is now and there is tonight
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| And tomorrow is an unwritten page
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| Do it now while you are of age
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| Before sorrow writes tomorrow’s page
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| Yeah, oh yeah, you better believe it
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| The sweetest angel is the most evil
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| There is a darkness in this dream goddess
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| And the most beautiful is the cruelest
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| Yeah, oh yeah, you better believe it
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| The sweetest angel is the most evil
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| There is a darkness in this dream goddess
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| And the most beautiful is the cruelest |