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D'you ever get the feeling that, you're never welcome |
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You walked into a place feel the atmosphere change |
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My body's trembling, |
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I sense a presence strange within |
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A ghostly silence, a place for the living dead |
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Icehouse... a sanctuary for strangers |
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Where evil's waiting |
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Icehouse... your darkest secrets are known |
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In this icehouse... a pure demoralization |
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A cold frustration |
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Icehouse... darkness glows |
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No sign of life, the air you breathe is thick and frozen |
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A shallow grave awaits, a home for the living dead |
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Don't venture in, you'll just regret this sight appalling |
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It feeds on frightened souls, the lost and the weak of heart |
