What Happens Next?​

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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

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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?

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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

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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?

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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?

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Written by John Harris, Zlatko Grozl, Shawn Washer

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