| Eighteen and a wicker basket
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| Red cape and an open casket
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| Tied up to a broken lever
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| If I move, it hurts forever
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| I am not that host
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| But I want her
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| Wolf in a winter playground
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| White snow to let the red out
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| I hear that alarms are better
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| Than a warning, like a feather
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| I don’t like my tone
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| But I want her
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| So here I am
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| I’m falling to my knees
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| I’m digging at the shadows of a ghost
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| When you come around
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| So here I am
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| I’m waiting for the tease
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| I’m sleeping in the gallows that I chose
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| When you come around
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| Why sleep I can’t forget it
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| Moonrise I’m now committed
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| Your move 'cause I am tethered
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| Like a slave, I don’t know better
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| I listen for your words
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| Yeah I want her
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| Lost boys in a haunted forest
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| Bright things in the maze before us
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| My life has now been severed
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| I can’t bare to remember who I was before
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| The day I met her
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| So here I am
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| I’m falling to my knees
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| I’m digging at the shadows of a ghost
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| When you come around
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| So here I am
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| I’m waiting for the tease
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| I’m sleeping in the gallows that I chose
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| When you come around
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| So here I am
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| I’m falling to my knees
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| I’m digging at the shadows of a ghost
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| When you come around
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| So here I am
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| I’m waiting for the tease
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| I’m sleeping in the gallows that I chose
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| When you come around
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| So here I am
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| I’m falling to my knees
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| I’m digging at the shadows of a ghost
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| When you come around
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| So here I am
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| I’m waiting for the tease
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| I’m sleeping in the gallows that I chose
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| When you come around |