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Lake Of Tears - Solitude
Let me walk a while down gallows alley
Mesmerized, alone, behold a sader me
I am the voices lost, I am the voices passed
I am the king down gallows alley
I am the foul ones who wintered
And I grow fire in my eyes
Am I the minister who dwells there in the night
Come walk beside me now, it's not a strange
The fall into the grasp of the fellows feigned
And to be the voices lost, you know we must be fast
Let's stay a while down gallows alley
I am the foul ones who wintered
And I grow fire in my eyes
Am I the minister who dwells there in the night
Come see into those eyes of fire
Who goes at midnight ride with a fire eyed
I am the foul ones who wintered
And I grow fire in my eyes
Am I the minister who dwells there
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