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What happens Next?

I feel our paths are not convergent

But this urge is taking me

I feel it's over but I drove her

Into the arms of insanity

I must be leaving, maybe drowning

In a world so dark inside

A path that's bending, never-ending

Leaving truth no place to hide

We can do black magick in the rain

Hide our sorrow, and our pain

Voodoo, rum, and cigarettes

So the smoke can tell us

What happens next?

Give me on last chance, just one more dance

The sun never shined on us anyway

Light the fire, feel inspired

We'll find some final words to say

Pick a dying flower for each hour

Feel our heat combine, yours and mine

There's something tragic in this magick

For one last time, in our prime

We can do black magick in the rain

Hide our sorrow, and our pain

Voodoo, rum, and cigarettes

So the smoke can tell us

What happens next?

We can do black magick in the rain

Hide our sorrow, and our pain

Voodoo, rum, and cigarettes

So the smoke can tell us

What happens next?

Written by John Harris, Zlatko Grozl, Shawn Washer

 

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