| Dark touches send rushes through the brain
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| Black’s whiter, burns brighter than the flame
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| No shadows, just whispers in the wind
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| No faces, just places to begin
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| I just come seeking pleasure, I hate the light
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| I speed at night, at night
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| My demons, they seem to disappear
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| No vision, I only see to hear
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| Protection, I never needed none
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| Direction, just nowhere near the sun
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| You’ve go some stairs to Heaven, you may be right
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| I only know in my world, I hate the light
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| I speed at night
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| Dark touches send rushes through the brain
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| Black’s whiter, burns brighter than the flame
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| No shadows, just whispers in the wind
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| No faces, just places to begin
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| I just come seeking pleasure, I hate the light
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| You’ve got some stair to Heaven, you may be right
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| I only know in my world, I hate the light
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| I speed at night |