Late night in the sheets
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As your body starts to sweat and seethe
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There comes a fright, a secret breeze
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There comes an evil from an ancient tree
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Floating pride with numbered leaves
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You're reminded of the things behind you
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It's everytime you feel you're getting by
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It's anytime that the oceans will run dry
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It's everytime you think you're going to die
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Your mind's in misery
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(Some way) on a distant sea
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You keep track of a way to keep track of me
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Somewhere through the thick debris
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Up the back in the Book of the Black Dreams
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Inside the future gleams
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And now your mind begins a desperate plea
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(But no time to/the noose tight, you) look and see
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You've been blinded by the things that unwind you
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It's everytime you feel you're getting by
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It's anytime that the oceans will run dry
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It's everytime you think you're going to die
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Your mind's in misery
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(Some way) on a distant sea
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You keep track of a way to keep track of me
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Somewhere through the thick debris
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Up the back in the Book of the Black Dreams
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Book of Black Dreams
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Book of Black Dreams
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Now turn the back page
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Gonna keep what you might bring
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Book of Black Dreams
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Things are not what they seem
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'Cause every nightmare the ??
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Is playing back in your eternity
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It's everytime you feel you're getting by
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It's anytime that the oceans will run dry
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It's everytime you think you're going to die
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Your mind's in misery
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(Some way) on a distant sea
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You keep track of a way to keep track of me
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Somewhere through the thick debris
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Up the back in the Book of the Black Dreams
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Book of Black Dreams
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Book of Black Dreams
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Book of Black Dreams
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Book of Black Dreams
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Book Of Black Dreams
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