| Scaring the Ghosts away wake me when i’m sane
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| On Mardi Gras day the cold of death
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| It may tear you from my breast
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| Yet I know you are the smoke that is my breath
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| Under the sky to live is to die
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| Raven black the night and I
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| Opel on the highway side
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| As we pass her a million times this night
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| Don’t seem like no sun exists that could eclipse this
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| Scaring the Ghosts away wake me when I’m sane
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| Again you are the smoke that is my breath
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| This bouquet of regret
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| Under the sky to live is to die
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| Radiation black the night and I
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| Don’t seem like no sun exists that could eclipse this
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| Don’t seem like no sun exists that could eclipse this
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| Under the sky to live is to die
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| Radiation black the night and I
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| Don’t seem like no sun exists that could eclipse this
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| Don’t seem like no sun exists that could eclipse this
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| Don’t seem like no sun exists that could ever eclipse this
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| Don’t seem like no sun exists that could eclipse this
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| Waking up insane on Mardi Gras day
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| Don’t seem like no sun exists that could eclipse this
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| Just wake me when I’m sane |