| When it comes calling
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| The temperature’s falling
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| Our fear is crawling
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| Don’t quit — we’re all in
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| The ship’s a mile out
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| Don’t blow the lights out
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| They’ll cry their eyes out
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| If we sink the lighthouse
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| Since fear itself is
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| Cruel and selfish
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| A contradiction
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| A fatal addiction
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| You’ve tried to shout out
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| My words in your mouth
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| But they’ll cry their eyes out
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| If we sink the lighthouse
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| We’re hot on the angels heels
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| With fire and brimstone wheels
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| Their meadow is starred
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| With bones and flowers and tears
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| The ship’s a mile out
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| Don’t blow the lights out
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| They’ll cry their eyes out
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| If we sink the lighthouse
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| With darkness closing
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| We’re decomposing
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| We’re made of starlight
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| From cruel and dark night
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| The guilty crushed out
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| We’re left in no doubt
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| They’ll cry their eyes out
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| If we sink the lighthouse
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| We’re hot on the angels heels
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| With fire and brimstone wheels
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| Their meadow is starred
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| With bones and flowers and tears
|
| The ship’s a mile out
|
| Don’t blow the lights out
|
| They’ll cry their eyes out
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| If we sink the lighthouse |