Tonight we call out to the darkest haunts
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wear your nightmares and frightening thoughts
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show the face of inner rage
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that paste to every lasting page
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send it out to foes and friends
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they'll never wanna hear your voice again
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they say 'when will the madness go away?'
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well, maybe tomorrow but not today
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So we prep ourselves for party and for play
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upon the notions some potions we pray
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we'll take away dismay til our dying day
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brave.
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astray! astray! take my pain away
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strike my nights and darken my days
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bismal and dismal, so deep in disarray
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make me pay
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make me pay
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ohhh, make me pay.
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My lying, cheating days are through!
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After, oh, say a good damn decade or two
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and now
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there's all this drinking to do so
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lets toast to a hopeful something true.
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Tonight we write down to clear our minds
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you'll find in time you'll begin to rely on
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exactly what you left behind
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truly sorry, that is life.
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Remember all the days when we said 'let's drive away'
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from all the pain that ferments this place
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where we wallow in sorrow, then win first place
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what grace.
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Astray! astray! take my pain away
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strike my nights and darken my days
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bismal and dismal, so deep in disarray
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make me pay
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make me pay.
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Astray! astray! take my breath away!
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fight most nights and drown all days
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Coyly you destroy me
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with your evil ways
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be gone
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and be gone.
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Astray! Astray!
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