| Preacher:
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| «It's not a dream, and it is not your imagination.»
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| I’m lying in my bedroom restless at nights
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| And feeling someone’s lying next to my side
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| I hear a heavy breathing
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| Someone’s next to me and watching me!
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| Incubus: Sweet dreams now come to me, your flesh is weak!
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| I sense and know its presence yet I’m asleep!
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| Someone is preying upon my sleeping mind!
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| Whispering, calling, desiring
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| And squeezing with all its might
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| It’s trying to take over me and choke me!
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| A Nightmare seizes me in a freezing grip
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| I feel cold fingers running, taking a grip
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| This spirit’s lurking in my sleep
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| And giving in I’ll sleep forever more!
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| Incubus: Sweet dreams now come to me, your flesh is weak!
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| I sense and know its presence yet I’m asleep!
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| Someone is preying upon my sleeping mind!
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| Whispering, calling, desiring
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| And squeezing with all its might
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| It’s trying to take over me and choke me!
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| Preacher: The flesh is weak!
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| Walk in the Spirit, and ye shall not fulfill the lust of the flesh!
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| I sense and know its presence yet I’m asleep!
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| Someone is preying upon my sleeping mind!
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| Whispering, calling, desiring
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| And squeezing with all its might
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| It’s trying to take over me and choke me! |