| Come now my lovely, won’t you
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| Take a midnight stroll with me?
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| Through the misty air the things
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| I keep I shouldn’t dare
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| My garden’s so inviting, and its
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| Deadly blooms are hiding
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| Be careful what you touch
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| Lest the grave is what you lust
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| Draw the blinds, you’re getting tired
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| Paralyzed, don’t close your eyes
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| Gripped with fear, your dreams become nightmares
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| From the Deadly Nightshade
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| Each night at midnight
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| Dating back into the fog of time
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| Another victim falls
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| The things I’ve done; |
| the voices call
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| The Hourglass runs out on us
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| Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
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| The killers must be fed, the soil is red
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| Now that you’re dead
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| Draw the blinds, you’re getting tired
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| Paralyzed, don’t close your eyes
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| Gripped with fear, your dreams become nightmares
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| From the Deadly Nightshade
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| Draw the blinds, you’re getting tired
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| Paralyzed, don’t close your eyes
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| Gripped with fear, your dreams become nightmares
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| From the Deadly Nightshade
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| Delirium — your burning throat
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| Mania — your heart rate soars
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| Hallucination — losing your mind
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| Suffocation — cannot breathe; |
| you’re going blind
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| Draw the blinds, you’re getting tired
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| Paralyzed, don’t close your eyes
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| Gripped with fear, your dreams become nightmares
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| From the Deadly Nightshade
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| Draw the blinds, you’re getting tired
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| Paralyzed, don’t close your eyes
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| Gripped with fear, your dreams become nightmares
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| From the Deadly Nightshade |