| I woke up this morning
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| And wiped cold sweat away
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| Still can’t forget the nightmare
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| Of something wicked grows in me…
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| Now I hear the voices inside my head
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| Clearly like never before
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| Some kind of whispers, evil and dread
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| I cannot stand it anymore
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| There is something I can’t understand
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| Secret lost six feet under the sand
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| In the north desert, distant and cold
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| There is only one secret left untold
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| Beyond the wasteland over the hills
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| To the black caverns I’ll go
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| Leading by voices I run through the dark
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| Every night from dusk till dawn
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| Old gypsy never told me
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| Something 'bout my fate
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| Now she’s dead and gone
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| And I feel it’s too late
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| There is something I can’t understand
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| Secret lost six feet under the sand
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| In the north desert, distant and cold
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| There’s only one secret left untold
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| I woke up this morning
|
| And wiped cold sweat away
|
| Still can’t forget the nightmare
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| Of something wicked grows in me…
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| Secret left untold, one secret left untold
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| There is something I can’t understand
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| Secret lost six feet under the sand
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| In the north desert, distant and cold
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| There’s only one secret left untold |