| Tonight, All Hallows Night, I feel the underspin
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| Feel the northern latitudes, the dark begin
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| The month of blood, the end of light
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| Everybody deserves a last reprieve
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| This is my ghost, this is my night
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| I stand at the door of winter’s eve
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| I stand at the door of winter’s eve
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| Born October 31, a firebrand
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| Loud and in your face just like the Basie band
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| In later years he gathered in
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| All his shadows in a house of tin
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| So full of rage, still so aggrieved
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| Stuck at the door of winter’s eve
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| He was stuck at the door of winter’s eve
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| There’s still so much I want to do
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| And the winter is a gateway through
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| There’s still so much I want to do
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| The houses glow against the dark
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| There are lanterns in the local park
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| They light the way out to the street
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| Everybody’s got two feet
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| I’ll make a plan before I leave
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| Here at the door of winter’s eve
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| There’s still so much I want to do
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| And the winter is a gateway through
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| There’s still so much I want to do |