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Did you call for the night porter? |
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You smell the blood running warm |
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I stay close to this frozen border, so close I can hit it with a stone |
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Now something crawls right up my spine |
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That I always got to follow |
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Turn out the lights |
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Don't see me drawn and hollow |
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Just blood running warm |
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No one needs to tell you that |
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There's no use for ya here anymore |
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And where are your friends? |
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They've gone away |
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It's a different world, they left you to this |
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To janitor |
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The emptiness |
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So let's get it on |
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When the sun is finally going down, and you're overdue to follow |
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But you're still above the ground |
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What ya got comin' is hard to swallow |
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Like blood running warm |
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Did they call for the night porter |
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And smell the blood, blood running warm |
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Well I've been waitin' at this frozen border, so close you could hit it with a stone |