| Just beyond the velvet curtain
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| Of your dark and empty room
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| All the gutters run with silver
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| Underneath the light of the moon
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| I can see you there drawn and pacing
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| Hiding even from your precious son
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| All the prophecies they say the same thing
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| Beware of the perilous one
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| Don’t beg for mercy
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| What’s done is done
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| I’m gonna break this window
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| I’m gonna fire this gun
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| If you’re halfway human
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| Your heart’s a storm
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| Now face the morning
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| With daggers drawn
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| Bona Dea what’s this feeling
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| Nobody will say its name
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| I have tried all kinds of ancient healing
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| Still my heart is covered in clay
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| Well my sister pass that bottle
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| Well my brother pass that flame
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| Under the darkening mountain shadows
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| We will shout out into the rain
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| Don’t beg for mercy
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| What’s done is done
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| I’m gonna break this window
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| I’m gonna fire this gun
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| If you’re halfway human
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| Your heart’s a storm
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| Now face the morning
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| With daggers drawn
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| Do you remember those distant mornings
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| Nobody there knew my name
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| I used to call myself a kind of hunter
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| When you came to me covered in flames
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| Never questioned what I fight for
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| It was unchangeable, like the sun
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| We have always been the lonely nighthawks
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| Watching out for the perilous one
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| Don’t beg for mercy
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| What’s done is done
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| I’m gonna break that window
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| I’m gonna fire this gun
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| If you’re halfway human
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| Your heart’s a storm
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| Now face the morning
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| With daggers drawn
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| Don’t beg, don’t beg, don’t beg
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| If you’re halfway human
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| Your heart’s a storm
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| Now face the morning
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| With daggers drawn
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| Daggers drawn |