Roaming the plains

where a number is your name

In a palace

And you'll never find the door

Oh look into the mirror

Is it what you wanna see

Or just a cuddle toy

The vogue has washed ashore

No I don't care what you say

Into the darkness I plough my way

I'm striking out for paradise

To be the one I am

where
wanna
vogue
until
their
striking
rusty
roaming
pound
parade
palace
number
nails
going
belief
freak
break
ashore
beautiful
plains
coffin
sound
below
damnation
coming
alive
bedlam
invitation
cuddle
enough
darkness
devil
glass
paradise
mirror
hammer
never
hellfire
washed
plough
ceilings
mature

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