| Deep under the mountain in the darkest of the forest
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| In the shadows that falls from the trees
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| Deep in the black lake don’t dare to go near
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| Don’t you dare to go near
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| Behind the door to the closet
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| Reflections in the mirror
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| Every sounds you hear at night
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| If you look outside you’ll see their pounding eyes
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| You’ll see their eyes as light that glows in the night
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| Hiding under your bed
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| They feed on our fear
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| Created in our dreams at night when we are asleep
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| Where all the creatures of the underworld lives
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| Never out in the light
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| Afraid to die in the morning light
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| To dust they crumble of they’re touched by the daylight
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| She have always been there since the first tall tale was told by the fire
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| To their children before they tuck them into bed at night
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| Tale of a Dream weaver
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| Stories about a beautiful siren
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| With a song that fool’s every man to follow
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| She lives deep in the lake
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| Raving along in the full moons light
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| Watching her children play
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| Fooling around in the dead of night
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| Be home by dawn
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| Walk in the obscure
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| In the silence of the night
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| Don’t wake the sleeping child
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| A window of glory light
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| From deep within our dream
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| From dusk till dawn, we can hear them ponder
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| In the night they come, from deep within
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| Frozen to stone, while asleep at night
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| The night awakens our fear
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| But were always saved by the morning light
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| They feed on our fear
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| I have seen their eyes
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| As lights that glows in the night
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| Hiding under my bed
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| Dream weaver… |