| My mood it reflects in the weather
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| Just at the dawn of daylight
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| I’m racing for home never more alone
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| I’ve been through one hell of a night
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| I remember when we got together
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| Never had two been more tight
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| When we became one, we gave birth to our son
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| Nothing could have been more right
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| And the leaves on the trees turned black
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| And the sun didn’t rise and my world’s foundation cracked
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| When all I loved died
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| Feeling total loss, kneeling at the cross l will hold you tight
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| When I meet you in the light eternal life we’ll share
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| In a dream somewhere save me from despair
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| And you won’t be there to meet me
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| And you won’t be there to greet me
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| And you won’t be by my side
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| You’ll awake from death and find you in a light
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| That nearly blinds you and all the ones you loved
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| Are there with me
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| I spotted the home of Mrs. Watkins
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| Out from the chimney blew smoke
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| All that I’d done for my wife and my son
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| Of this nothing would be spoke
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| I gathered myself at the doorway
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| Approached and gave a gentle knock
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| I could not prepare for what was in there
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| Once again my world would be rocked
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| I waited for someone to answer
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| From inside there was not a sound
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| I opened the door what I was in for all of the family was found
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| There by the glow of the fire, I saw all the Watkins were dead
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| Close sat my son, God what had he done?
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| He looked towards me turning his head
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| And he said Daddy, Father, did you bring Mommy with you?
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| As you can see I’m very hungry
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| And these three people just won’t do
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| How could he speak at just 36 weeks?
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| His voice had an inhuman tone
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| From his little frame black tentacles sprang
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| They had pierced the Watkins to the bone
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| Tomorrow never came
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| Elliot knew what he had to do to put a final end
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| To this madness he must take the life of his precious son
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| But were there yet others amongst the streets of London
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| Out there loose upon an unsuspecting world? |