| Well, she goes walking at night
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| Up the stairs with her prayers into the moonlight
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| She’s floating like a fizzled out satellite
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| With no aim to her feet
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| And she gets lost in a fog
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| Pacing like a zombie on the widow’s walk
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| The wind it screams but the ghosts don’t talk
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| Her eyes glassed on the sea, singing
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| Aah…
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| Well, he goes walking at night
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| On the bow in the calm of the haunting light
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| Looks like the black of the water’s got an appetite
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| Calling him to the deep
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| He’s been talking in his sleep
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| Saying things in the morning that he can’t repeat
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| Dreams of death in a drowning epiphany
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| And he starts to weep, singing
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| Aah…
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| The sky explodes, the sea it roars, the crashing of the waves
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| The howling wind it stings his skin the blinding of the rain
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| Oh, he goes overboard
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| Towed into the grey
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| Face down he floats away
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| She goes walking at night
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| Up the stairs with her prayers into the moonlight
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| She’s floating like a fizzled out satellite
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| With no aim to her feet, singing
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| Aah… |