| In love with the maiden, the flower of winter
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| Lowbrow children, in grove of the inland
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| How many times heart’s gone thru the grinder
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| Wherever you look there’s a painful reminder
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| Singing a love song, words of a stranger
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| The howling miller, never to face her
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| Temple of the evil, temple of the weak
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| No one knows how bad he feels
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| Late-night innuendo, temptation of the key
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| «Live with the Black sheep, live with me»
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| Insanity, blessing for those born to hate you
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| Burned by the embers of love, it is so cruel
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| Howling the night, for sun of the midnight
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| Serving the people, condemned you in the eternal night
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| Of the lost song, words of the stranger
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| The howling miller, never to face her
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| Temple of the evil, temple of the weak
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| No one knows how bad he feels
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| Late-night innuendo, temptation of the key
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| «Live with the Black sheep, live with me»
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| Temple of the evil, temple of the weak
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| No one knows how bad he feels
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| Late-night innuendo, temptation of the key
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| «Live with the Black sheep, live with me»
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| Temple of the evil, temple of the weak
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| No one knows how bad he feels
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| Late-night innuendo, temptation of the key
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| «Live with the Black sheep, live with me» |