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Cold, dead hands reach for my soul The time is nigh to pay the
Cold, dead hands reach for my soul The time is nigh to pay the toll Idle hands, devils delight Will I ever wake up from this night I see them standing...

Paris, so careless with the heart of a Queen Sending visions
Paris, so careless with the heart of a Queen Sending visions forbidden into my dreams Your voice on the wind howling your pain I show you my tears by ...