Peelers whistle in the distance
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Stand no chance of catching on
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Horses gallop never faster
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Must get back before the dawn
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Slips away into the distance
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Cold grip on the carriage arm
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Lifeless eyes with no reflection
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We may die but he'll go on Nosferatu!
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Nosferatu
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| Hugh Cornwell |
