| Oh, little one are you lost on the run?
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| When the rain starts falling, I can’t hear you calling
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| I saw you there, we were both unaware
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| Of the plots that were thickening, venomous and sickening
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| Coming down the spiral stairs
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| With the end of the world in you eyes
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| No one never could follow you there
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| The corridors crumble behind
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| I walked alone into places unknown
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| Where the wild creatures lay with the children all day
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| Then I could see, rising up from beneath
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| The blue flower was growing from under the ocean
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| Then the thunder pulled me away
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| And the lightning ripped through the sky
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| All around me, the world was so strange
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| Like a book I always wanted to write
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| In the unseen hand will pick me up
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| And take me far from home
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| Lead me through the dream, surround
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| And bury me I’ll lay there all alone
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| All alone
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| I felt the waves
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| Coming up from the graves
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| All the people who knew me
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| Were all moving through me
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| I trembled and shook
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| As I read from the book
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| Of that rolling, black water
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| That end demon’s daughter
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| Coming down the spiral stairs
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| With the end of the world in you eyes
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| No one never could follow you there
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| The corridors crumble behind |