| I’ve faced the fathoms in your deep
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| Withstood the suitors quiet siege
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| Pulled down the heavens just to please you
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| Appease you
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| The wind blows and I know
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| I can’t go on, digging roses from you grave
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| To linger on, beyond the beyond
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| Where the willows weep
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| And whirlpools sleep, you’ll find me The coarse tide reflects sky
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| And the night mare rides on, and the night mare rides on With a december black psalm
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| And the night mare rides on What i fear is lost here
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| The wind blows and I know
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| All you have to do is run away
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| And steal yourself from me Become a mystery to gaze into
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| You’re so cruel in all you do But still I believe, I believe in you
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| So may you come with your own knives
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| You’ll never take me alive
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| With all the force of what is true
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| Is there nothing I can do?
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| I can’t go on, digging roses from you grave
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| To linger on, beyond the beyond
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| Where the willows weep
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| And whirlpools sleep, you’ll find me And the night mare rides on, and the night mare rides on With a december black psalm
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| And the night mare rides on
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| I’ve faced the fathoms in your deep
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| Withstood the suitors quiet siege
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| Pulled down the heavens just to please you
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| To hold the flower I can’t keep |