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Strange Hours

written by Alan Wilder and Diamanda Galas

I’m gonna walk on up to heaven, I’m sure you’ll see me there.
Might be the last dead man to make it, Hell yes, I know that I’ll get there.
I will be wearing clothes of fire but I’m sure you’ll see me there.
I’m gonna crawl on up to heaven.
I may be trailing you in ashes but you know that I'll be there.
I will find you there.

He kept strange hours, locked himself away in his room before being seen shouting at the window.
And, he had murdered his fiance - he sacrificed her for the purity of all mankind.

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