Penetrate the town that's slumbering
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with lumanescent lights
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and skylines that are wavering.
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Metallic whine
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Amidst the pines
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November's falling
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and the fall is bringing something with it.
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A solid ray
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of undiluted light
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captures something in the glare of
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terrifying eyes.
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Try to flee, escape this stagnant scene.
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Look above, try to run now,
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but it's following.
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That night. That ride.
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Those wings. Those eyes.
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That sound i hear
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It can't be human.
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Genus Unknown - From an ancient time.
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Furl your wings and take to your flight
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It's your night.
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The traffic streams across the silver bridge
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Happy faces view the fog up on the eastern ridge
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Something gives, the beams collapse
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A darkened figure on the shore below
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completes its task.
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With no detection!
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I've heard some say it did'nt happen
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that there was'nt nothing rapping
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on the storm doors or across the boards along the porch.
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But despite these claims I've seen it on the face
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of every living witness
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there is no doubt that...
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HE CAME.
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That night. That ride.
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Those wings. Those eyes.
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That sound i hear
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It can't be human.
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Genus Unknown - From an ancient time.
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Furl your wings and take to your flight
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The ghosts of West Virginia
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they are calling me home.
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Those sweet, clutching mountains hide
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the genus unknown.
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Genus Unknown
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Genus Unknown
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Genus Unknown
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Genus Unknown
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So Alone.
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Genus Unknown
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| Blitzkid |
