In a very black nightmare
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Dancing shadows on the wall
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Someone's voice whispers to me:
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"Hey wake up, you're at war"
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Shadows are dancing, the thread is breaking
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Don't save, don't save
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It's scary to drink from the well
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It's scary to think, it's scary to live
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We got into the city late at night
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Somehow it's not very dark here, but not exactly, no
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On the left somewhere rustle, knock
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Skeletons in the closets scare us and
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Fear whispered in my ear: "Run!"
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And his eyes are so big
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Paralyzed, can't move my hand
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It's scary to think, it's scary to live
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In a black-black city, black people
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look worn
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The faces are skewed
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There will be no more in the black-black city
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Nothing good
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Nothing good
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The dark nights have gone
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Blackness, even if the eye
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Lion is indistinguishable from aphids
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Illuminate and reset
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Fists turned white
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Bitten tongues
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Dots, dots, circles
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God is with us, enemies are around
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We don't really see black in black
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The room, even a thief, and even a prosecutor, can't be caught
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Only a shadow instead of eyes
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He gives himself away, but more than once
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It's like a tooth on a tooth in the cold
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Didn't hit, and now you're dead
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And someone is looking right out the window from the hill
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Soon the city will open the darkness |