Through the shimmer of this cold alley paving
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See the moonshine painting the ground
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Cobble stones keeping tales that remain untold
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More than ages old
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Brewing mist like a shroud on the damp floor
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Hear it whisper lucidity away
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Ornate cold is the king of these streets tonight
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The void takes hold
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Make haste as the wind’s getting colder
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It’s chasing the dreamer away…
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Wide open minds will divine without reason
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Cold is the night as you’re braving the gale
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Wide open eyes
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A spectre is breezing through a moonlit sky
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See them guises on he prowl, what a show
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Feel them shadows drag you into a nightmare
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To the melody of which you don’t know
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If it’s really there
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Dance in the gloom, dance in the gloom
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Every move is a step to your tomb
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We’re the machine that’s gonna make you dream
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Phantasmagoria
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Time flies from the space of an hour
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Telling tales in the poorhouse they say…
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Wide open minds will divine without reason
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Cold is the night as you’re braving the gale
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Wide open eyes
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A spectre is breezing through a moonlit sky
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Wide open minds will divine without reason
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Cold is the night as you’re braving the gale
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Wide open minds and a spectre is breezing
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Cold is the night as you’re braving the gale
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Wide open minds — once upon a moonlit night… |