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Darkness where my dreams are all too clear |
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Darkness, darkness |
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Filled with all the sounds of fear |
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I hear voices |
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(Don't turn out the light) |
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Calling faraway |
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I see shadows |
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(Don't turn out the light) |
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Moving, changing shape |
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And the clock stops as darkness closes in |
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I hesitate but it's too late |
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I scream and scream again |
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I hear colors black and red |
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I see sounds that fill my head |
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I'll never read those books again |
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In darkness where my dreams are all too clear |
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Darkness, darkness |
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Filled with all the sounds of fear |
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I hear voices |
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(Don't turn out the light) |
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Calling faraway |
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I see shadows |
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(Don't turn out the light) |
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Moving, changing shape |
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Don't turn out the light |
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(Don't turn out the light) |
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Or I'll go over the edge |
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Don't turn out the light |
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(Don't turn out the light) |
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Or I'll go over the edge |
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In darkness, where my dreams are all too clear |
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Darkness, darkness |
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Filled with all the sounds of fear |
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I hear voices |
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(Don't turn out the light) |
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Calling faraway |
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I see shadows |
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(Don't turn out the light) |
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Moving, changing shape |
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I hear voices |
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(Don't turn out the light) |
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Calling faraway |
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I see shadows |
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(Don't turn out the light) |
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Moving, changing shape |
