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I know where the nightmares sleep |
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On what fodder do they feed |
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For two long weeks I stayed awake |
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Until I saw one cross your face |
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I knew that you had been untrue |
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I didn't know how but I knew |
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The who you spoke to in your dreams |
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Was never how you spoke to me |
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I know where the nightmares sleep |
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On what fodder do they feed |
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I followed them back down to hell |
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And I spent some time down there myself. |
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Nightmares have their dreams, as well. |
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And when they sleep they go to hell |
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And they drink their fill on lakes of blood |
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Canter 'cross the skull-paved |
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And nurse their little colts on flies |
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Their coltish teeth like kitchen knives |
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And look down from abysmal cliffs |
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Their dead hair by the lead wind riffed |
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On denizens too deep to see |
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Whose own dreams nightmares' nightmares be. |
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I know where the nightmares sleep |
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On what fodder do they feed |
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I'd been awake so long by then |
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They thought that I was one of them. |
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Nightmares cannot be ribcaged |
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Midnight's just a steeplechase |
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Down silver needles half will go |
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And pin your navel to your soul |
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The other half will go instead |
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A'gallop 'cross the kicked-up bed |
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And find the one who's sleeping sound |
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And drag him down, oh drag him down |
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Drag him down, oh drag him down |
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Drag him down, oh drag him down |
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Drag him down, oh drag him down |
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Drag him down where I got took |
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And through he may not want to look |
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I'll sift hell for an equal pain. |
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Shard-born beetles boiling rain |
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I'll prop his eyes and down them feed |
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The same hell you both fed to me. |
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I know where the nightmares sleep |
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On what fodder do they feed |
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I followed them back down to hell |
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And I spent some time down there myself. |
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I know where the nightmares sleep |
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I know where the nightmares sleep |
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I know where the nightmares sleep |
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I know where the nightmares sleep |
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I know where the nightmares sleep... |
