| The day is the wife whom I elude
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| The one to whom I should be right
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| Although forewarned by peers and kin
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| I always get into the night
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| Mother always warned me such
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| Being a nocturnal soul
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| Besides just being simply strange
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| Spawns from some illness of the mind
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| 'Cause the night, she calls me
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| She calls me
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| She calls me
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| She calls me
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| She sways in her velvet dress
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| And pulls me towards her in the dark
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| While the others rest
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| While the others rest
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| While the others rest
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| Heed the call the time has come
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| For all you children of the night
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| Gather 'round like suckling dogs
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| Mother’s come, she is the night
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| Come with me to the other side
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| Make the girl in black your bride
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| 'Cause the night, she calls me
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| She calls me
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| She calls me
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| She calls me
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| She sways in her velvet dress
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| And pulls me towards her in the dark
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| While the others rest
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| While the others rest
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| While the others rest
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| It just seems very strange to me
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| That her quiet lonely streets
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| And draped in all her mystery
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| Could be so sweet and comforting
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| 'Cause the night, she calls me
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| She calls me
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| She calls me
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| She calls me
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| She sways in her velvet dress
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| And pulls me towards her in the dark
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| While the others rest
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| While the others rest
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| While the others rest |