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Preacher: |
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"It's not a dream, and it is not your imagination." |
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I'm lying in my bedroom restless at nights |
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and feeling someone's lying next to my side. |
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I hear a heavy breathing |
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someone's next to me and watching me! |
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Incubus: Sweet dreams now come to me, your flesh is weak! |
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I sense and know its presence yet I'm asleep! |
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Someone is preying upon my sleeping mind! |
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Whispering, calling, desiring |
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and squeezing with all its might |
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it's trying to take over me and choke me! |
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A Nightmare seizes me in a freezing grip |
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I feel cold fingers running, taking a grip. |
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This spirit's lurking in my sleep |
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and giving in I'll sleep forever more! |
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Incubus: Sweet dreams now come to me, your flesh is weak! |
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I sense and know its presence yet I'm asleep! |
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Someone is preying upon my sleeping mind! |
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Whispering, calling, desiring |
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and squeezing with all its might |
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it's trying to take over me and choke me! |
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Preacher: The flesh is weak! |
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Walk in the Spirit, and ye shall not fulfill the lust of the flesh! |
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I sense and know its presence yet I'm asleep! |
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Someone is preying upon my sleeping mind! |
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Whispering, calling, desiring |
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and squeezing with all its might |
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it's trying to take over me and choke me! |
