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Shadows are moving
In the dark and my...
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On Halloween night
Madness walks the streets...
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skip steps to match yours,
treading slippery pathways...
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The madness tonight and
The werewolves are howling all through the night...
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A drop of ocean
in your eyes goes pink...
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My liquor-drenched clothes
ask me to narrate stories to you...
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How can I do this
How can I manage...
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What is it?
A life laid bare...
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Don't promise me those suburban dreams
when you can't promise to live it...
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Son I'm writing this poem
When you at my waist...
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Wishing death for you is the sweetest thing
I can wish for you...
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Yesterday we carved our names in the
Bark of a tree...