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The Eighth Day |
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Dead asleep the city dreams
Holding up it's arms like limbs of steel
Mountains rise like mounds of sand
The boiling sea has swallowed up the land
(chorus)
On the eighth day, on the eighth day
Dancing devil knocking on my door
It has to grey that came to more
To raise the flag, to raise a tune
You know they'll be here soon
The eighth day, the eighth day
Hollow homes and gloomy streets
The people next door are looking for life's circus freaks
On the eighth day
Echoes of the midnight chime
The clock moves on but what a waste of time
(chorius)
The eighth day (x3)
Pure whie heat and blood of sands
Two clouds of crimson mists are swirling round and round
On the eighth day
Pools of fear and eyes that shine
The mirrors craked but I know they'll be mine oh mine
(chorus)
The eighth day
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