[music: Argento, Marcolin, lyrics: Wead]
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I bid my last wits a sad goodbye
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Sundown is closing in
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There are secrets the dreamland keep
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More than meets the eye
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Eyes deceiving false conceiving
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Thoughts misleading fear's exceeding
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It is the things you see
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And the things you don't
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It is the things you hear
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And the things you won't
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Dancing shadows upon my wall
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Nightmares closing in
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They have won if I fall asleep
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Then I'm surely lost
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The walls are bleeding, painful breathing
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The night's impending, a fright unending
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It is the things you see
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And the things you don't
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It is the things you hear
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And the things you won't
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The walls are bleeding, painful breathing
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The night's impending, a fright unending
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It is the things you see
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And the things you don't
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It is the things you hear
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And the things you won't
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The things you see
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The things you see
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The things you see
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The things you see
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The Things You See (And The Things You Don't)
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Memento Mori |