i awake... and i look...
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down at my sleeping face
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from the cold...
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persuading melodies
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want me to join this...
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unreal dance
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an unholy humming
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that echoes and dies
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can i resist...
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be torn into laughter
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and can i persist
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being torn into light
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they want me to join this...
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unreal dance
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that forces my mind
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just to follow thy will
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anyway...
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any way must lead out into me
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anyway i can't go on crawling
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anyway, i must get rid of it all...
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endless halls... dancing shades
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spinning round
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twisting their skinny limbs
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stench of doom i smell...
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they want me to join this...
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unreal dance
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and don't want to offer me...
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any further chance
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careworn... down torn...
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into the swirl of their senselessness...
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cosy emptiness...
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it wants me to join this...
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unreal dance
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left alone... anywhere you go...
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you'll be caught in your fear again
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Anyway
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| Wolfsheim |
