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Look at this poor boy |
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All dressed up in white |
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Now how can he smile |
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With a face of all eyes |
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He wanders the night |
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Through smears and words snide |
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Spinning round and round |
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His precious mind |
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Like dizzy neon lights |
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Can anybody find out |
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Any other way |
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It's choking up his throat now |
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And dripping out his mouth |
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Like liquefied dying sparks |
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Like burning butterflies |
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These creatures are vampires |
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They're killing by the night |
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They're falling from the dead trees |
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To silhouette your life |
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He sees this white face |
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Brains lit grey and cold |
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Trees grow in their throats |
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And crystals ignored |
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His cellophane mask has filled up with smoke |
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Look through the holes in his eyes |
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And see his red righteous soul |
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Can anybody find out |
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Any other way |
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It's choking up his throat now |
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And dripping out his mouth |
[03:46.88] |
These creatures are vampires |
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They're killing by the night |
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They're hanging from the dead trees |
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Like burning butterflies |