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this dark death you haunt while i sleep |
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your breath fills the room with the devil |
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what a yuletide song that we sing |
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for the birth of a baby we revel |
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my skin would turn into a song if i knew |
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if you remember me hearing the choirs |
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and i've the lords 60 books in my room |
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not one word on the page can break the silence |
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but im not like you |
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do you just need me |
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this bright light stay a lit till i sleep |
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can you sing me one of the apostles songs? |
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what a memory we have, that we keep |
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and a dozen memories added to the haunted |
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and years time ill confront the image that i keep |
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in a back room locked up in my body |
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and i pray you will say that you made a mistake |
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but if you don't there's plenty i can say |
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yeah if you don't there's plenty i can say |
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i don't just need you |
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you don't just need me |
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i don't just need you |
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you don't just need me |
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just say you need me too. |