Deep under the mountain in the darkest of the forest
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In the shadows that falls from the trees
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Deep in the black lake don't dare to go near
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Don't you dare to go near
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Behind the door to the closet
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Reflections in the mirror
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Every sounds you hear at night
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If you look outside you'll see their pounding eyes
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You'll see their eyes as light that glows in the night
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Hiding under your bed
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They feed on our fear
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Created in our dreams at night when we are asleep
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Where all the creatures of the underworld lives
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Never out in the light
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Afraid to die in the morning light
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To dust they crumble of they're touched by the daylight
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[Solo]
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She have always been there since the first tall tale was told by the fire
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To their children before they tuck them into bed at night
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Tale of a Dream weaver
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Stories about a beautiful siren
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With a song that fool's every man to follow
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She lives deep in the lake
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Raving along in the full moons light
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Watching her children play
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Fooling around in the dead of night
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Be home by dawn
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Walk in the obscure
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In the silence of the night
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Don't wake the sleeping child
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A window of glory light
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From deep within our dream
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From dusk till dawn, we can hear them ponder
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In the night they come, from deep within
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Frozen to stone, while asleep at night
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The night awakens our fear
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But were always saved by the morning light
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They feed on our fear
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I have seen their eyes
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As lights that glows in the night
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Hiding under my bed
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Dream weaver...
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They Feed On Our Fear
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