| In the tunnel, in the darkness, the darkest walls of blue,
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| there’s beasts and there’s men and there’s something on this earth that comes
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| back again:
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| Alpha… delta…gamma… everybody’s smoked
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| You can’t say that my soul has died away (x2)
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| There’s trouble in the hall and trouble up the stairs and trouble in the trouble
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| that’s troubling the air.
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| Please don’t say that my soul has died away.
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| There is a house in New Orleans,
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| not the one you’ve heard about. |
| I’m talking about another house.
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| They spoke of gold in the cellar that a Spanish gentleman had left.
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| I broke in one hundred years ago with a dagger tucked in my vest.
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| Legends of gold I’ve tried to hold in the grey half-lite of the halway at night
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| one… two… three, four, five
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| we’re trapped inside the song. |
| We’re trapped inside the song (x3)
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| where the nights are so long.
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| There’s traps inside us all (x3)
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| and the nights are so tall.
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| And the night is so tall.
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| And the knife is so tall. |