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Every night you frightened up |
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Bathed in perspiration - you stood in your bed |
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And attempted to remember - |
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At your dream of terror |
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SPASMOPARALYTIC DREAMS - |
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The hour of horror |
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Already now you have fear, |
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When you fall into sleep |
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SPASMOPARALYTIC DREAMS |
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One night the mutants thrashed down again - |
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Harder than ever before - you can't move around |
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And died misery in your fright |
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SPASMOPARALYTIC DREAMS |
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Shivering fit - agony - grinding flesh in your hand |
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Nightmare masks of death - their looks gore you |
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SPASMOPARALYTIC DREAMS |
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(Eisen 2/88) |
