| Late at night with our sharpest eyes on
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| Spot land on the horizon
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| There’s something creeping in the dark
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| The sea swells crashing to the shallow
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| But this path leads to the gallows
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| I’m afraid we may have missed our mark
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| No time to break a sweat
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| No sense to leave just yet
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| Hold on
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| I know, I know this time
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| No turning back, we’re closing in
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| I know, I know this life, was never meant for living in
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| We tried, but we couldn’t break this curse
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| I get the feeling it’s much worse
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| When there’s no demons left to fend
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| You’ll be seeing me again
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| The air is stale, and the water’s sour
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| She feels a chill at the witching hour
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| The wind is cold but I can’t feel a thing
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| It’s too late, I can’t stop him falling
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| The moon is full and the wolves are calling
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| Out the names of all the lands we’ve never been
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| The worst has come to pass, sleep long and well at last. |
| So long
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| I know, I know this time
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| No turning back, we’re closing in
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| I know, I know this life, was never meant for living in
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| We tried, but we couldn’t break this curse
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| I get the feeling it’s much worse
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| When there’s no demons left to fend
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| You’ll be seeing me again |