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As I'm lying there |
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Cold comforts blown from nowhere |
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And blue light is on the ground |
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And the coloring is changing |
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Reflecting everything |
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From cold mirrors all around |
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I see candles on the mountain |
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I see the vampires that surround them |
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Shaking, shaking |
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I see the candles on the mountain |
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In the still of the night |
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We stop breathing from this atmosphere |
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For, no air is all around |
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And the running vein |
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Is sung softly by the candle light |
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To cold waters underground |
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As I'm lying there |
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Cold comforts blown from nowhere |
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And blue light is on the ground |
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And the coloring is changing |
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Reflecting everything |
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From cold mirrors all around |
