| Midnight’s arise as the pink heron flies
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| There’s a curtain of smoke playing tricks on my eyes
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| Like hair underwater moves patient and slow
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| Bite down on my upper lip
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| Letting me know
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| You’re at ease
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| But I swore
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| I heard you beg for death
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| Hands like a leash try to make me come quick
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| I already came once trying to keep up with it
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| You fold right in front of me
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| Evil and slow
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| Bite down on my knuckle just letting me know
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| You want more
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| But I’m scared
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| I don’t want to push you too far
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| Over the edge
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| Of the night
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| We shiver
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| I heard you beg for death
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| Midnight’s arise as the early bird dies
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| There’s a pink cloud of smoke
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| Playing tricks on my eyes
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| Like hair that’s on fire
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| Moves patient and slow
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| Bite down on my shoulder just letting me know
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| You’re at ease
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| But I swore
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| You were shaking free and wild
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| Under the weight
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| Of the night
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| You slither
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| And when it’s through
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| You’ll be gone
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| Oh, I need you more than anything
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| And in the wake
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| Of the night
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| We shiver
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| I heard you beg for death
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| I heard you beg for death |