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He wears dark clothes my dear |
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Liquid transparent as the night |
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He leans on you |
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On worst our of harm |
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You crumble down |
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Step aside |
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Make a move |
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Gives him a free ride |
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He wears dark intentions |
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Fear |
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Who creeps in here tonight |
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A burden to the blind eye |
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Kills the upper level |
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Provokes the fight |
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Who carries the cross |
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Takes him to one's back |
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And eats the loss, an eye of black |
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He is there |
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Take a look |
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A drop of blood drips down |
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A daily sacrament |
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To have ease under the looking glass |
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To get her |
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A circle inside each other |
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To carry the myth alive |
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For ever |
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The circle inside each other |
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To see the myth alive |
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Who creeps in here tonight |
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A burden to the blind eye |
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Kills the upper level |
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Provokes the fight |
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A pool of blood in the head |
