| We never meant to let you down
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| But it all just goes to show
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| We keep on dancing though we know
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| It’s the same old song of woe
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| Two torches light up the way
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| As they beckon from below
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| To the groves of willows where
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| The seeds of hate we sow
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| Lost souls hover over the crossroads
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| Crying out your name
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| If the desire is do or die
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| When all else has failed
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| Calling upon you is a game
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| Never lost or never prevailed
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| Lost souls hover over the crossroads
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| At rise of the new moon
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| When the gates slowly open wide
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| The hinges creak their tune
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| We’re like Hecate’s nightmare
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| Three shots from you and none to spare
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| Should’ve been more watchful
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| Calling out your name in vain
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| We never saw your pain
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| Hecate’s nightmare
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| Unaware of the damage beyond repair
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| We’re like Hecate’s nightmare
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| Three shots from you and none to spare
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| Nightmare — unaware
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| Of the damage beyond repair
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| Gates close in the light of the moon
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| And the hinges creak their tune
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| We have become…
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| Hecate’s nightmare — unaware
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| Of the damage beyond repair
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| Hecate’s nightmare
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| Three shots from you and none to spare
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| Nightmare — unaware
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| Of the damage beyond repair
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| Should’ve been more watchful
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| Calling out your name in vain
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| We never saw your pain
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| Hecate’s nightmare — unaware
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| Of the damage beyond repair |