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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