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Jon Oliva S Pain Festival

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Jon Oliva's Pain. Festival. Afterglow. Jon Oliva se Pyn. Fees. Nagloeiing.
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It's a cold hard pain, deep down inside, Shared by the lonely, the evil, the holy. It chooses no sides... And it's hard... it's hard... hard... In the

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Lirieke

Jon Oliva's Pain. Festival. Living On The Edge. Jon Oliva se Pyn. Fees. Living on the Edge.
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edge of time. Can't stop because it's to late now, Hit the pedal, your throwing down. Road starts winding, while lines blinding, The road never ends. It's

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Lirieke

Jon Oliva's Pain. Festival. Looking For Nothing. Jon Oliva se Pyn. Fees. Looking For Niks.
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, Looking for nothing. Taking in what's around, Time doesn't matter. Life's gonna happen, It keeps rolling on... Like the wind through the tree's. A

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Lirieke

Jon Oliva's Pain. Festival. Now. Jon Oliva se Pyn. Fees. Nou.
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Late at night just thinking of you, Wishing you were here to talk to, now, oh no. At times I feel so all alone, Travelling down this long and winding

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Lirieke

Jon Oliva's Pain. Festival. Death Rides A Black Horse. Jon Oliva se Pyn. Fees. Dood Rides 'n swart perd.
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the Sun, oh... Hold tight, your leaving tonight, The journey to hell has just begun. All dead, fields of red, Your are the chosen one, oh. It's clear

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Lirieke

Jon Oliva's Pain. Festival. Lies. Jon Oliva se Pyn. Fees. Leuens.
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There's no truth in what you say, The story, it constantly strays. Oh yeah Just falsehoods and alibis, You can't even look in my eyes. Oh no Lies, tell

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Lirieke

Jon Oliva's Pain. Festival. The Evil Within. Jon Oliva se Pyn. Fees. Die bose binne.
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s left for you is beg and plead. Your soul is cast away, For all eternity, It's the evil within... You burning, twisting, turning, It's the evil within

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Lirieke

Jon Oliva's Pain. Festival. I Fear You. Jon Oliva se Pyn. Fees. Ek vrees wat jy.
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line. Now I realize... Deep inside, I fear you, I fear you! Now I stand here facing you, Blood on my hands what can I do. Drop down to my knee's and

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Lirieke

Jon Oliva's Pain. Festival. Festival. Jon Oliva se Pyn. Fees. Fees.
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invited in... We begin with this collection, Just look at this display. The lunatics, the sycophant's, What a colorful parade. Oh festival Oh festival There's

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Lirieke

Jon Oliva's Pain. Festival. Winter Haven. Jon Oliva se Pyn. Fees. Winter Haven.
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I hear the sounds, Voices calling to me. They lead the way to the place, I so despertately seek. I wearing down, the cold surrounds It's weakening me It's

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