| I’ve seen it in my dreams
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| So many times before
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| It looks like a child
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| But I know it’s so much more
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| In swinging swirling madness
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| I can hear it breathing
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| It’s calling me and wants to play
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| That same old silly game again
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| It’s standing next to my bed
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| When I lay awake at night
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| And the cold little hands are reaching out for mine
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| I try not to scream yeah
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| When she whispers in my ear
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| «I'm afraid of the dark, can I please stay here for awhile?»
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| I didn’t ask for this or did I? |
| I don’t know?
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| This is what Jesus might have asked you on death row
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| I am the star in obscure nazi fantasy
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| Lurking in my dharma
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| How the prophet disapproves of me!
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| It’s not a crime but I’m doing the time
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| Oh god in your great mercy
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| Shed your light on us
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| Deliver us from our shadows
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| I know that just some nonsense make-believe to help me go through the night
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| Oh it’s quite clear that there’s no hope for me, there’s no hope for you |