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Where do they go? |
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I'm lying crying in my bed. |
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I hear your voice inside my head, |
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Too scared of opening my eyes, and what is there. |
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I feel you walking through my mind. |
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I feel you stalking from behind. |
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I sense your presence anytime and everywhere. |
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Where do the gods go when we're godless? |
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Tell me, where do they go? |
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Where do the lost souls fly, when will we die, |
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Say, where do we go? |
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I'm waiting, shaking, shadows crawl. |
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My body's aching and I fall. |
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I am the chosen one, and only you know why. |
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I open up my arms and turn |
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Around, and finally I learn |
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Your name. I bid you welcome, my black butterfly. |
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Where do the gods go when we're godless? |
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Tell me, where do they go? |
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Where do the lost souls fly, when will we die, |
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Say, where do we go? |
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I am your every day and night. |
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I am the pain and your delight. |
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I am your lust and every fear. |
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I am your laughter and your tears. |
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I am the shadow, make you crawl. |
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I am the one who makes you fall. |
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I am the creeps unter your skin. |
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And even when I lose, I win. |
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Where do they go? |
