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I sweep the halls as you look and wonder
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a cold sweat crawls across your skin as the blood it marches through your hollow veins cellar voices make you cringe as the attic summons your haloed name waiting for you I got nothing else to do but to wait sift through the darkness of your dreams their coming to get you here I come not born of the night one on one not equal at all here I come the dance is waiting for you a ring of thorns around your neck here I come won’t you give me your hand |
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