Turn away I'll pull the fangs out
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Spinning room it's getting dark
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This is the green lift, this is the archer
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You never say that
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This is the green lift, this is the archer
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This starry night, the blue of seas
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Are lifted off the ground
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So poised and still, the figures hold
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That I will not be found
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Turn away the Islet spiders
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Gloaming pulse, the Siletzs stole
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This is the green lift, this is the archer
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This starry night, the blue of seas
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Are lifted off the ground
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So poised and still, the figures hold
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That I will not be found
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This is the green lift, this is the archer
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This starry night, the blue of seas
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Are lifted off the ground
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So poised and still, the figures hold
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That I will not be found
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And on towards the fortress...
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Streams Of Woe At Acheron
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| Falling Up |
