| When the night falls down
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| You know he’s around
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| Enlighten by the moon
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| In dust clothes he’s strewn
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| «My knife, it comes»
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| You should him shun
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| For it’s his war cry
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| He sees without eyes
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| You can feel the panic
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| Along the spine
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| You can see the shiny
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| Blade, you won’t be fine
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| When the night falls down
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| The horse clops on the ground
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| Time to chop some heads
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| I’m the Headless Horseman
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| When the night falls down
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| The horse clops on the ground
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| Time to chop some heads
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| I’m the Headless Horseman
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| Moving in his stillness
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| He looks to execute
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| To steal the heads
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| He’s ready to split
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| The mind from the body
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| Literally
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| His knife, it comes
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| Before the dawn
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| You can feel the panic
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| Along the spine
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| You can see the shiny
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| Blade, you won’t be fine
|
| When the night falls down
|
| The horse clops on the ground
|
| Time to chop some heads
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| I’m the Headless Horseman
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| When the night falls down
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| The horse clops on the ground
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| Time to chop some heads
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| I’m the Headless Horseman
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| I’m alone
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| I’m on my own
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| I cannot speak nor breathe
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| How can I still can be in life?
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| All I have is my knife
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| My horse and my dedication
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| Desolation
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| Damnation
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| «My knife it comes»
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| You scum, now run
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| Eye for eye you know
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| I’ll steal your head I’ll cut your throat
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| When the night falls down
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| The horse clops on the ground
|
| Time to chop some heads
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| I’m the Headless Horseman
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| When the night falls down
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| The horse clops on the ground
|
| Time to chop some heads
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| I’m the Headless Horseman |