| the fire dies on its own
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| leaving us to ourselves but not exactly alone
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| I think that something is out there waiting
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| anticipation is grown
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| the air as black as can be can’t even see that my hand is in front of me
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| I’m overhearing a whisper «they won’t escape until the blood is set free»
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| so turn back the silence is deafening
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| turn back don’t let them see you again
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| they make the rounds at the midnight hour and
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| on the clock it’s just a minute away
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| so we’re hours awake and our only mistake is we bleed
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| and the hunger for the living helps them hunt it with the greatest of ease
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| now I’m finding my friends
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| hanging from trees, made a bed of a barbed wire fence
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| I’m on the loose with my neck in the noose but hey…
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| I enjoy the intense
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| turn back the silence is deafening
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| turn back don’t let them see you again
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| they make the rounds at the midnight hour and
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| on the clock it’s just a minute away
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| so we’re hours awake and our only mistake is we bleed
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| and the hunger for the living helps them hunt it with the greatest of ease
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| no experience could ever match the sight of when is a person is through
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| if it’s the last thing I will do I’ll be the one that will escape from
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| Hellview… and I will
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| turn back the silence is deafening
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| turn back don’t let them see you again
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| they make the rounds at the midnight hour and
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| on the clock it’s just a minute away (twice)
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| so we’re hours awake and our only mistake is we bleed
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| and the hunger for the living helps them hunt it with the greatest of ease
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| no experience could ever match the sight of when is a person is through
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| if it’s the last thing I will do I’ll be the one that will escape from
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| Hellview… and I will |