Dead at Last歌词

Alas, stars are falling
While they're drawing a card of death
Torn velvet curtains
Of our living shows no less, ah

Something has brought me here
Into this lonely room so satin and cold
Silent eyes are staring
Voices calling me to be free, ah

Freedom
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(Freedom) Come on, everybody!
Freedom
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(Freedom) Freedom
(Freedom) Freedom
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