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I can see the dead |
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All the time |
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I feel their chilling presence |
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Constantly afraid |
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Why was I born cursed with this penance? |
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All the time |
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Day and night |
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In my head |
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Haunting me |
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I can see |
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The living dead |
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I can't turn my face away |
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The spirits forcing me to stay |
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I can see their eyes |
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Desperately their pale hands reaching for me |
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Drugs can't set it right |
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There is not a thing the doctors can do for me |
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All the time |
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Day and night |
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In my head |
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Haunting me |
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I can see |
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The living dead |
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I can't turn my face away |
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The spirits forcing me to stay |
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People that |
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I meet It's hard to tell weather they are for real |
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Secrets that |
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I keep I cannot tell a soul of what |
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I've seen |
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All the time |
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Day and night |
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In my head |
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Haunting me |
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I can see |
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The living dead |
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I can't turn my face away |
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The spirits forcing me to stay |
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If they do not stop to mess with my mind |
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I will cross the line to the other side |
