| Late night in the sheets
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| As your body starts to sweat and seethe
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| There comes a fright, a secret breeze
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| There comes an evil from an ancient tree
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| Floating pride with numbered leaves
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| You’re reminded of the things behind you
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| It’s everytime you feel you’re getting by It’s anytime that the oceans will run dry
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| It’s everytime you think you’re going to die
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| Your mind’s in misery
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| (Some way) on a distant sea
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| You keep track of a way to keep track of me Somewhere through the thick debris
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| Up the back in the Book of the Black Dreams
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| Inside the future gleams
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| And now your mind begins a desperate plea
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| (But no time to/the noose tight, you) look and see
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| You’ve been blinded by the things that unwind you
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| It’s everytime you feel you’re getting by It’s anytime that the oceans will run dry
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| It’s everytime you think you’re going to die
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| Your mind’s in misery
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| (Some way) on a distant sea
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| You keep track of a way to keep track of me Somewhere through the thick debris
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| Up the back in the Book of the Black Dreams
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| Book of Black Dreams
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| Book of Black Dreams
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| Now turn the back page
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| Gonna keep what you might bring
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| Book of Black Dreams
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| Things are not what they seem
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| 'Cause every nightmare the ??
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| Is playing back in your eternity
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| It’s everytime you feel you’re getting by It’s anytime that the oceans will run dry
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| It’s everytime you think you’re going to die
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| Your mind’s in misery
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| (Some way) on a distant sea
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| You keep track of a way to keep track of me Somewhere through the thick debris
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| Up the back in the Book of the Black Dreams
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| Book of Black Dreams
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| Book of Black Dreams
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| Book of Black Dreams
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| Book of Black Dreams |