i can feel a pull from the outside world
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a lonely shadow in the moonlit night
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i can feel a pull from the outside world
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a lonely shadow in the moonlit night
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i can feel a pull from the outside world
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please pull me up, with the oceans
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music is seen, colors are heard
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a dark vision, of senses
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is this tasting the world?
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to ruin, the illusion
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is this primal, or futile?
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is this instinct, or evil?
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is this right, or wrong?
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i can feel a change
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yes i can feel a change inside me, inside you
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and i can feel a change
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yes i can feel a change inside me, inside you
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gnash's through, each stranger, in the night
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your eyes will, be opened
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it will be too bright to see reality
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when i wake up, in the morning
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the taste lingers
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on my lips
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a love lost a lovers breath
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whats best for me tonight, is to let my coat fill in
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a swift killer at each bite
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people change
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when the pleasure starts to spoil
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to my touch
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vivid colors appear
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dark visions
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it was all too bright to see
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reality
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what if this is all there is?
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so sad to hear
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oblivious to the obvious
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thats you, thats you
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a love lost a lovers breath
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whats best for me tonight, is to let my coat fill in
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i'll be on my way in flight
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Lycanthropy
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| Fear Before The March Of Flames |
