| I know you don’t exist
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| But last night I beheld your face
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| Is it you
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| Is it you
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| I know you don’t exist
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| All your advice was fabricated by myself
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| Is it you
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| Is it you
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| In vain I fought at crossroads with your lies
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| In vain I came up with those helpless alibis
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| I know, I know, you don’t exist
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| I know, I know, you don’t exist
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| Mr. Nevermore, soon you’ll be walking down the alleys of my dreams
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| Yes, I’m Nevermore
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| Rubbing your hands in glee and making plans
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| For nevermore
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| Constantly going round inside my head
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| And scornfully you’re whispering into my ear
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| I know, I know, I know, I don’t exist, my dear…
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| Still in this ambush of unlikelyhood
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| I’m hiding, well prepared for intervention
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| It’s me
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| Yes, it’s me
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| And when you’re getting tired I awake
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| You hear me laughing just before you close your eyes
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| It’s me
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| Yes, it’s me
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| I never sleep, I never let you be
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| Some call it karma, some call it destiny
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| Your doors are safely locked but I hold the keys
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| My friends inside are legion waiting for their release…
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| I’m Nevermore
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| Soon you’ll be walking down the alleys of my dreams
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| I’m Nevermore
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| Rubbing my hands in glee and making plans for evermore
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| Constantly going round inside your head
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| And it’s my greatest pleasure to whisper in your ear
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| I know, I know, I know, I don’t exist, my dear…
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| I’m Nevermore
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| Soon you’ll be walking down the alleys of my dreams
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| I’m Nevermore
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| Rubbing my hands in glee and making plans for evermore
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| Constantly going round inside your head
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| And it’s my greatest pleasure to whisper in your ear
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| I know, I know, I know, I don’t exist, my dear… |