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There's a major line up outside my gate I don't let any of them in And if you ask me why I hesitate or if you call it a sin I would tell you to mind your own business and leave me with my suffering They are standing like soldiers in a row ready to enter so fast I upon defense above I sit and think of the past All at once their difference astrike me as something that will not last You ring the night(?) I put on my armour I go out to them hiding my fear I'm soft in the middle It makes no difference it makes no difference at all I killed them one by one my voluntary saviours my voluntary saviours my voluntary saviours It makes no difference at all I killed them one by one |