| Tonight, I met a grinning man in a dark suit
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| A glowing reflection, to my surprise
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| Were vibrant orbs in place of eyes
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| His mouth never twitched as he spoke to me
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| Meaning no harm, he was passing by
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| In hollow times we’d meet…
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| If you ever meet the man named cold
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| You will feel the chill straight to your bones
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| If you ever stare into the eyes of the mothman
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| You will feel their fright
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| It’s as if he knew
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| One day they’d wake and draw pictures of his face
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| It’s as if he knew
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| One day they’d drive up and down this place
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| In hopes of looking into his mind
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| We eat, we breathe, we sleep, we bleed
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| We eat, we breathe, we sleep, we bleed
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| We bleed even as you do… we bleed
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| We will see you again… in time
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| The fascination passed so we dug the grave
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| And along we buried all the strange
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| The weirdly eloquent answers to life’s mysteries
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| We eat, we breathe, we sleep, we bleed
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| Today is the day the questions stopped
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| Even the ghosts are too, they’re too scared to talk
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| Today is the day I thought would never come
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| How strange it feels now that the weird is all gone |