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There's a lake that is locked |
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And frozen |
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Something has been there |
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For at least three thousand years |
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There is a room that is locked |
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And haunted |
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Something's been inside |
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trying to survive. |
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I've seen traps |
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Rusting in the street |
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I've found lions in my bath |
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And prowling the ravines |
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I've seen ghosts rising |
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From the snow |
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And there's still so much |
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That I don't know. |
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Chorus: |
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I've seen things that |
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I dare not explain |
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But I tell you I'm fine |
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I just won't be the same |
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I've seen lights in the dark |
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That can be unkind. |
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And it's been this way since 1979. |
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The engineer says there's nothing below |
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But cold unyielding stone |
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But I know there's more |
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So much more than |
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We can ever see |
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So much more |
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Than we can readily believe. |
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Chorus: |
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I've seen things that |
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I dare not explain |
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But I tell you I'm fine |
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I just won't be the same |
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I've seen lights in the dark |
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That can be unkind. |
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And it's been this way since 1979. |
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Follow me to the open field tonight. |
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Follow me to the carnival in white |
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Swim with me in the serpentine rivers |
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That run beneath my skin. |
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Chorus: |
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I've seen things that |
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I dare not explain |
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But I tell you I'm fine |
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I just won't be the same |
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I've seen lights in the dark |
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That can be unkind. |
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And it's been this way since 1979. |
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Follow me to the cold slate mine |
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Follow me while we still have time. |
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Drown with me in the |
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Old blue quarry |
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That swallowed us whole |
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Back in seventy-nine. |
