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| A | F#m | | Hello there, the angel from my night | mare, |
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the shadow in the background of the morgue, |
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the unsuspecting victim of darkness in the valley. |
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We can live like Jack and Sally if we want, |
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where you can always find me. |
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We'll have Halloween on Christmas, |
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and in the night we'll wish this never ends, |
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we'll wish this never ends. |
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2. Where are you, and I'm so sorry, |
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I cannot sleep I cannot dream tonight. |
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I need somebody and always this sick strange darkness |
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comes creeping on so haunting every time. |
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And as I stared I counted webs from all the spiders, |
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catching things and eating their insides, |
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like indecision to call you and hear your voice of treason. |
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Will you come home and stop this pain tonight, |
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stop this pain (tonight). |
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Don't waste your time on me, you're already the voice inside my head. |
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