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Azazel
03:10
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Reproduce with a reproduction
Then you'll notice that we're never the same
Even though you still call my name
My name is Azazel
And the people all know me well
I come from the land below
And some people call it hell!
In the dawn of a bloody Sabbath
Comes the hand of the Golden Dawn
Now I'll sit, down by the crossroads
John-Paul please come this way
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Don't go down with the white ones by the stream
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YEAH!
I'm the lover of the crusades
My master begs for more
Lean into your open book, love
He loves your holy wars!
My master, my master, my master
My master! My ,master! My master! My master!
MY MASTER
MY MASTER
MASTER
MY MASTER!
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Weary Traveller
03:01
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So it looks like your parents are splitting up again
And your best friend took your last chocolate milk and your girlfriend
And eventually your parents grow under your skin
Like the parasite that you once were to them
But it's alright, weary traveller
It's alright by me
It's alright weary traveller
Hit the open road and be free
Weary Traveller...
So it looks like you faked it trying to rub one out
Man quits his job and hits the road... is this what life's about?
But eventually you begin to grow tired
Of your diet of nothing but booze, pot and stouts
But it's alright, weary traveller
It's alright by me
It's alright weary traveller
Hit the open road and be free
Weary Traveller...
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Who am I, and who are these around me?
Cold wreaths, like its some kind of party
Streamers hung up high above the cobblestone
Dreams of cornerstone memories
Trapped inside the clock, and his speech is up!
Tonight's the night to party, yea
Too many faces and not enough time to think
Have my actions gone by to quick?
I'm breathing air, but I'm six feet in
Well I'm so glad you came, but uh...
Where do I begin?
Shoulder pressed up edge to edge
But the cradle was muddy!
And I'm startin' to think about those years
Again, again its calling me!
The mud's up to my chin!
And I feel like a child
But I'm six feet in!
So many places that I'd like to see
So many things that I'd like to try
I'd like to sing a song of love in another time
Where yours is mine
Where do I begin?
Too many faces, and not enough time to think
Should my actions slip by too quick?
The music fades, and light's getting dim
I'm so glad you came, but
Where do I begin?
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4. |
Bottomless Bog
03:34
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Bedding by the bog
Clicking by the clock
I just want to meet the bottom, yeah!
Just when I touched the rocks
I swim back up to the docks
I was not near the bottom, no!
Bottomless Bog, the Bottomless Bog
The muffled clicking of a sinking clock
What brought me to this bog?
Was it the twisting fog?
Or was it my attraction to the bottom?
It may be hard to bear
To breathe in this air
But not when I’m flirting with the bottom!
The Bottom!
I’m sitting and thinking about what’s down there!
At the Bottomless Bog, Bottomless Bog
The muffled clicking of a sinking clock
Bottomless Bog, the Bottomless Bog
Oh, can’t we be happy, it’s impossible now!
Impossible now, Impossible now
I may as well ascend to the black storm clouds
Yeah, I may as well ascend to the black storm clouds, baby
Well it may be hard to bear
But I find it hard to care
The bottomless bog
No place for hearts to share
Bottomless Bog, I just want to see what’s down there
Bottomless Bog, I just want to feel what’s down there!
Bottomless Bog! I just want to know what’s down there!!
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Movin' On
01:30
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Gotta keep movin' on
Gotta keep keeping on
Gotta keep movin' on
Gotta keep keepin' on
Movin' and groovin'
Hustling and bustling...
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6. |
Astral Jungle
07:33
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