| This dark house you wander in
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| With corridors where the light is dim
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| All rooms hold tales of old
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| Moments where your soul was sold
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| She calls me in corridors
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| She screams out in corridors
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| She hides forever in corridors
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| All lost now in corridors
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| Open the door to a time now past
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| A world you forgot an existence untold
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| So much now returns to awaken the dark
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| It reaches your mind and straight through
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| Your heart thoughts held back and words
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| Long forgotten yet now lays this regret
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| Painted before you
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| These walls feel old and harsh to the touch
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| But memories within draw warmth
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| From you remembering innocence this place once held
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| But all’s gone in corridors of old
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| Walls awash with red rage and hate
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| The acrid smell of death you can almost taste
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| Sends you spiraling to madness that’s crazed and deranged
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| You’ll end your life in this place that’s her grave |