| The sun is setting
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| It’s imperative our efforts don’t delay
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| We pack our bags, and check our tags
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| Onward. |
| The star awaits
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| The camera films a countryside
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| Trapped in the realms of fallen night
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| Soon we approach The Stranger’s coach
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| Our horses weaken in their stride
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| And then we feel…
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| The Shadow of the Vampire- waiting
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| The Shadow of the figure forlorn
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| The Shadow of the Vampire’s waiting
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| Oh, a star is reborn
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| (Come alive!)
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| A verbal pact mutually backed
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| Obeying boundaries of his part
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| Or so we thought, but now we’re caught
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| Within the plot’s thick bloody heart
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| The crew is dead, the sets are red
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| We’re next. |
| The camera comes to life
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| There’s no premiere film of the year
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| Only the camera’s glassy eye reflects the tale of…
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| The Shadow of the Vampire- waiting
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| The Shadow of the figure forlorn
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| The Shadow of the Vampire’s waiting
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| Oh, This star is reborn!
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| NIM VIND SOLO
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| The Shadow of the Vampire- waiting
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| The Shadow of the figure forlorn
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| The Shadow of the Vampire’s waiting
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| Oh, This star is reborn!
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| You cannot direct the director of your destiny
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| Your scene lies on the cutting floor
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| Of his shadow |