| Disaster, disaster
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| Disaster, disaster
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| Fall comes, a loaded gun, black ties for everyone
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| Can you read my mind? |
| (Fall in my arms again)
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| Grey stones that break apart, french braids, demonic art
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| The dead come alive again (Fall in my arms again)
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| I’m scared of the dark, my friends
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| What do you fear, my love?
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| Hold on, you’re breaking up…
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| Disaster, disaster
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| Disaster, disaster
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| White stones of hollow eyes, death comes, you better hide
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| Never rest in town (Fall in my arms again)
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| Full moon on a rotten night, eighteen and a wind came by
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| Not a soul around again (Fall in my arms again)
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| Are you scared of the dark, my friends?
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| What do you fear, my love?
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| Your soul, it will float like a dove
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| Your words, they will scream loud enough
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| Your lips, they will stutter with flavor
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| You can’t shake the taste of the blood
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| Hold on, you’re breaking up…
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| Are you scared of the dark, my friends?
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| What do you fear, my love?
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| Your soul, it will float like a dove
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| Your words, they will scream loud enough
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| Your lips, they will stutter with flavor
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| You can’t shake the taste of the blood
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| Hold on, you’re breaking up… |