| The Elders would take turns,
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| using sticks to draw in dirt
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| change in weather patterns.
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| You would wake us up.
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| Wake me up.
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| I can’t believe what you say
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| or what made you want to stay.
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| I know there’s a plague,
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| and those moments often vague
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| will haunt you.
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| Is he coming back?
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| A devil dressed in red,
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| crawling on the floor
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| just like he did before…
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| Undeserving lack of sleep
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| Any chance to have a dream.
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| I’d like to be with them.
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| Any chance to have a dream.
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| If I made the change on the note you wrote,
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| would it even count?
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| Any chance to have a dream
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| Tore a hole it’s at the bottom of the bag.
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| Now we watch it empty sand
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| Smiling and laughing, my demons reacting.
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| Please, take me instead.
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| Does the light burn your skin?
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| Is the sun blinding your eyes?
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| Blood countess
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| When the evening is ripe,
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| all the mirrors will hide away.
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| Blood countess
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| I know there’s a plague,
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| and those moments often vague
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| will haunt you.
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| I would start the search,
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| but tonight you won’t wake up.
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| Is he coming back?
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| A devil dressed in red,
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| crawling on the floor
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| just like he did before.
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| Undeserving lack of sleep
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| Any chance to have a dream.
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| I’d like to be with them.
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| Any chance to have a dream.
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| If I made the change on the note you wrote,
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| would it even count?
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| Any chance to have a dream
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| Tore a hole it’s at the bottom of the bag.
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| Now we watch it empty sand |