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From the manger to the morgue
Strangers are born and reborn
Giving birth to the wages of sin
And claiming it came from within, within
Within me there's a gaping hole
It seems I'm last to know
And no one or thing can fill this empty space
That I've been pacing in
I fell in love with an empty place
But I want change
But I won't change
I can't feel a thing
The pins and needles sing
I can say it
But it won't mean a thing
'Cause I know you'll fall for
Each and every pretty word I sing, sing
I can say it
But it won't mean a thing
'Cause I know you'll fall for
Each and every pretty word I sing
Sing, sing
Spirits spin me around once more
Sin if you sing the overture
That lulls me back to sleep
I swear I'm yours to keep
Consumed with consuming
Soon I'll swallow people whole
I'll have back what strangers stole
If I can't find my happiness
I'll soon devour yours
I'll sing your weary head to rest
With my overture
'Cause I fell in love
With that empty place
But I want yours
But I want yours
I can say it
But it won't mean a thing
'Cause I know you'll fall for
Each and every pretty word I sing, sing
I can say it
But it won't mean a thing
'Cause I know you'll fall for
Each and every pretty word I sing
Sing, sing
For it I fell
(We lose ourselves once more)
For it I fell so fast
For it I fell
(We lose ourselves once more)
For it I fell so hard
For it I fell
(We lose ourselves once more)
For it I fell so fast
I fell for it, I fell for it
(We lose ourselves once more)
You can say it
It won't mean a thing
'Cause I know I'll fall for
(We lose ourselves once more)
Each and every pretty word you sing, sing
(We lose ourselves once more)
You could say it
It won't mean a thing
'Cause you know I'll fall for
(We lose ourselves once more)
Each and every pretty word you sing, sing, sing
(We lose ourselves once more)
If I can't find my happiness
I'll sing your weary head to rest
With my overture
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