| Oi, oi, oi
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| Oi, oi, oi
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| Oi, oi, oi
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| Four shadows ring lifeless from guardians of time
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| Banished from heaven
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| Etched into dimensionless life
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| Four shapes
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| Perched on the pillars of stocks setting loose on the glass
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| There in the afterglow
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| Keep your eyes on the dream
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| In the theater of endless reform
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| Between what’s to come and what always is and shall not be
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| In the night
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| Only darkness in the night
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| Things that go bump in the night
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| Only darkness sinks at night
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| Only darkness in the night
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| Things that go bump in the night
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| Oi, oi, oi
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| Oi, oi, oi
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| Oi, oi, oi
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| Four shadows eclipsing the rays of the sun
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| Blacker than black, girl
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| Is that overlapping the sky
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| Four shadows into dimensionless sleep
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| Nothing to touch when the movie projector is me
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| In very vertigo
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| Don’t believe what you see
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| Through the eyelids of sin, we did fall
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| And between what’s to come
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| Ultraviolet and infrared
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| In the night
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| Only darkness in the night
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| Things that go bump in the night
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| Only darkness sinks at night
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| Only darkness in the night
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| Things that go bump in the night
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| Oi, oi, oi
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| Oi, oi, oi
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| Oi, oi, oi |