| Dark are the streets, gloom’s creeping out of the walls
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| Dirt comes alive and all the neon-lights call
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| Demons and fools and a lady of black
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| She’s of the kind nighttime-insomniac
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| She sees the prey and she’s aware
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| The times are hard but she don’t care
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| She’s a vampire
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| Desire darker than black
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| She’s a vampire
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| Reach higher, no turning back
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| Her wings are curtains of the night
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| She knows no wrong or right
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| Dead are the places where this goddess has been
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| Cold is the skin that this creature has seen
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| Her universe is an ocean of blood
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| Her dining table the cradle of mud
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| She sees the prey and she’s aware
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| The times are hard but she don’t care
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| She’s a vampire…
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| The night is blind, the mistress she is calling you
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| To be by her side forevermore
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| Follow her until her thirst is sated
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| an immortal lie, heartblood
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| Can’t help yourself, she’s got you paralyzed
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| So would you kiss the sun goodbye
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| And give your life to never die?
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| She’s a vampire
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| Desire darker than black
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| She’s a vampire
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| Reach higher, no turning back
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| She’s a vampire
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| Desire darker than black
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| She’s a vampire
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| Reach higher, no turning back |