| Oooh make your move
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| You’re my rolodex of bones alive
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| In a grave of desperation
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| Dig the monetary climb for your life
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| The tension, the tension, the tension
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| Rolling on the wheel
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| The tension, the tension, the tension
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| I’m a lord of the field
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| So long to all of my friends
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| Tombs of vantage I control your mind
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| Steal your tribe and I see with your eyes
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| I can see all
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| The tension, the tension, the tension
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| Rolling on the wheel
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| The tension, the tension, the tension
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| I’m a lord of the field
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| How long is it going to be war
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| And how long has it been lighter than air
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| Brighter than day
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| That I am king of the night
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| My cult stains the miles
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| Float the crimson river
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| Screaming up at the sky
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| Red-eyed little devil explode
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| Show me no hope
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| As I catch you wounded on my icy cold shores
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| The tension, the tension, the tension
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| Rolling on the wheel
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| The tension, the tension, the tension
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| I’m a lord of the field
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| How long is it going to be war
|
| And how long has it been lighter than air
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| Brighter than day
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| That I am king of the night
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| Hear me now, hear me now
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| See the bluest skies open wide
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| I am the king of the night
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| The tension, the tension, the tension
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| Spreading like disease
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| How long is it going to be war
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| And how long has it been lighter than air
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| Brighter than day
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| That I am king of the night |