| What is that sound
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| Mortal coil upon me
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| Pale spectra floating
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| Petrudes me from sleep
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| Absconds as I awake
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| Or a figment of my imagination
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| Inferring a rational explanation
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| Pertinent I scream aloud
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| Why are you haunting me?
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| In a frozen cold sweat
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| Tempting insanity
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| But I’m not crazy
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| Wraith
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| Things that go bump in the night
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| Phantom forms, hide from your sight
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| Playing tricks, disturbing the mind
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| A spiritual mass, ghost from the past
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| Harrowing lives, where it lived last
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| I don’t believe in made up beings, nor in superstitions
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| Mysterious groans, torment my room
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| Scratching up my flesh, turning pictures upside down
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| Just who, can I tell
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| Shadow people walk this earth, scaring all who cross their path
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| They paralyze, warning, from beyond death
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| Wraith
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| I can’t escape, why is she here
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| Haunting me, I live in fear
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| Translucent form, haunting this earth
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| Walking dead, she rapes me
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| Wraith |