| Give Me Your Soul… Please
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| Shapes of Black
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| I’m dressed in black, with my stick and hat
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| So this is the end, where it all will begin
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| Shapes Of Black on the floor
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| Shapes Of Black behind every door
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| They keep sucking on the light until
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| There is no more light to find in here
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| Hello reality, goodbye to my sanity
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| Shapes Of Black on my bed
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| Shapes Of Black all around my head
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| Shhhhhh… THEY are here…
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| Can you hear THEM breathe? |
| Listen
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| There’s a spider on the wall
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| Watching shadows as THEY crawl
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| Is the Darkness the only way, for the other side to enter our life?
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| Ah-Ah-Ah I see THEM Ah-Ah-Ah I feel THEM
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| Ah-Ah-Ah I see THEM Ah-Ah-Ah I feel THEM
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| Closer and closer… Human shapes made from the Dark
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| I see a black moth, fighting for its life
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| In the flame of the last candle that I have
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| Shhhhhh… One of THEM is really close… Can you feel it?
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| Can you hear it?
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| Shapes Of Black on my bed
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| Shapes Of Black all around my head
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| Shapes Of Black, THEY try to kill my flame
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| Shapes Of Black, Ah THEY’re driving me insane
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| So little time… So little light… So little time… Light
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| “Phhhh… No more light†|