She made the night
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But the dark's all right
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And his heart became the hunter
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A deadly bride
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It's suicide
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So take it slow
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Waiting alone for the witching hour
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Feeling the shock and the surge of power
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She's come to know
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She makes her way to the door forbidden
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Tomorrow she'll say that she did not really go there
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To neverwhere
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Never where
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And then the child
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Strange free and wild
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The picture of the mother
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The same cold eyes
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The same old lies
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The same as one another
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Together they wait for the witching hour
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Felling the heat and the push of power
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They need to know
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Left behind he's the uninvited
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Maybe the door will open if he
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Waits there
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At neverwhere
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Neverwhere
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The hand that rocks the cradle in the morning
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Could be lurking round the corner with a gun
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Before you take the time to say I'm sorry
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Remember where she's been
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And all the misery she's done
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And then the prize
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Time to decide
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But one last voice
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Be careful
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It's just too strong
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And he must belong
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So down we go
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Waiting for the witching hour
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Needing the shock and the surge of power
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He wants to know
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They make their way down to the door forbidden
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She waves him in at last
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And he's gone there
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To neverwhere
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Neverwhere
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Neverwhere
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Neverwhere
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| Heaven & Hell |
