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Don't blow the candle out, just leave it by my bed |
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With all these ghosts and visions, trolls inside my head |
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Just when the wolf will howl, the dogs begin to bark |
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This is for real, I have a fear of the dark |
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And as the endless nights will overturn the days |
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Intellectual logic seems to vanish in a haze |
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Paranoia has the measure of me |
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Hallucinations now dictate reality |
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I'm hearing voices now, I wish that I could see |
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I look around, I know there's no-one here but me |
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The mirror shimmers there's an angel here at last |
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Always demons looking back, and laughing through the glass |
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Nyctophobia, fear of the dark |
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I am confused, I really don't know what to think |
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Maybe Mr. Allen does 'cause he's a Harley shrink |
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He asks me how I feel, I mumble "just okay" |
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He says "ok's not a feeling, Jack, we need to peel away |
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The layers of your onion, your emotional disease |
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Blow all these candles out, I want you on your knees" |
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It's way too dark in here, it's silent as the grave |
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It's cold and clammy, like I'm sealed into a cave |
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There is no air in here, I'm drowning in my fear |
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And if I close my eyes, the ground will disappear |
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I have a chronic phobia, and up until this day |
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There is no guarantee that it will go away |
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Nyctophobia, fear of the dark |