| Will you take me back to when the woods were young?
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| When I fashioned a cauldron out of a hollow stump
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| Then I threw in a little of this
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| And I threw in a little of that
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| I managed to mumble some mumbo jumbo before I felt your cold dead hands
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| And we were face to face
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| I never could forget that day
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| Her eyes were fires burning miles away
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| And her lips were so close I could have stolen a taste
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| Close your eyes, drift off to sleep
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| You’ll be one of us
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| Beneath my wing
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| Lost in a dream, kissing the succubus
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| I hope I never have to wake
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| I pray to her my soul to take
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| I beg death for eternal sleep
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| Come back to me
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| Will you take me back to when the woods were mine
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| When I saw her last and I was left behind
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| I guess she’s bored with me
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| I haven’t seen her, haven’t slept in weeks
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| I’m frozen stiff
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| She’s blowing kisses in the pines
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| I’ve been shivering here all night, now would you give me a taste
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| Now death is not the worst
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| The absence of love is such abject pain
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| I’ve been centuries without sleep
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| Loneliness perched on the roof, waiting with brooding wings
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| She knows the truth
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| No one’s going to take me back
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| To when the woods were young |