I woke alone, in a mansion on a hill;
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Across the room: a red telephone.
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Mouth was dry, I felt I'd been asleep for years.
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I turned and I discovered then the sum of all my fears.
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What have I become?
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(Someone tell me that I'm dreaming!)
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What have I become?
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(Someone wake me up!)
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Through the glass, the clouds were dark and harbored rain;
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The land below grey and vast.
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And through the mist, I saw the fields were flush with graves,
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And each headstone was etched with lies discrediting the brave.
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Son, imitate death's true face;
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For who and what and why'd they have to die?
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Someone wake me up!
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Red Telephone
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| Thrice |
