| Dread
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| Dread
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| Dread
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| Dread
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| All the dread
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| All the ghosts and monsters hiding under my bed
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| My heart is heavy as lead
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| I drop dead
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| All these lights jump to red
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| Memories of what she’s said
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| Not safe and sound
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| But base and bound
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| See I am a chased hound
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| Moving out on the night train
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| Pain and strain
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| Ya vain and shame
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| Once walking on air
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| Love dispursed is despair
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| Darling, your fair hair no longer seems rare
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| No longer seems rare
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| But I’m in need of love my friend
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| My destiny is in your hand
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| No rest asleep, I sit and stand
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| I hope you will
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| But know you can
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| This stale bread
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| All my boasts and wonders hanging by a thin thread
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| My park insist of a shred
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| Hold up your head
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| All our ?? |
| have fled
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| Memories of what I’ve said
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| Well I’m prone
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| To making the nights too long
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| See I’m prone
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| To rest in the warming sun
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| So I’m a clone
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| Going on till I’m dead
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| With this drone stuck inside of my head
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| Once walking on air
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| Love dispursed is despair
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| Darling, your fair hair no longer seems rare
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| No longer seems rare
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| But I’m in need of love my friend |
| My destiny is in your hand
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| No rest asleep, I sit and stand
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| I hope you will
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| But know you can
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| Who can I go to?
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| What can I show you?
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| Prance of pry panic and by them wits of mists
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| Who can I go to?
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| What can I show you?
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| Prance of pry panic and by them wits of mists
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| But I’m in need of love my friend
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| My destiny is in your hand
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| No rest asleep, I sit and stand
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| I hope you will
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| But know you can |