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Trick me with your pretty things
Black horses with their silver wings
The halos in the sky are calling me again
You reign under a broken crown
Archangel of the underground
The quicksand in your eyes is taking me down

Could you be the one I sell my soul to
Could you be the one who falls from grace
Could you be the one you’ve got me falling apart again
Or is it falling into place?

Glass snakes on the windowpane
Tremble in the pouring rain
Come wrap your cloven foot upon my high-heeled throne
Captivate the sweet machine
Surrender to the offering
Ashes and alibis, we all go down

Could you be the one I sell my soul to
Could you be the one who falls from grace
Could you be the one you’ve got me falling apart again
Or is it falling into place?
Or is it falling into place?

Under the rocks and stones I’ll find you
Beneath the bottom of below
Under the rocks and stones I’m waiting
Could you be the one
Could you be the one

Could you be the one I sell my soul to
Could you be the one who falls from grace
Could you be the one you’ve got me falling apart again
Or is it falling
Or is it falling

Could you be the one?

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