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| (Softly Open our Mouths in the Cold.)
Genie let out the bottle
It is now the witching hour
Murderers you're murderers
We are not the same as you
Funny haha funny how
When the walls bend
With your breathing
They will suck you down
To the otherside
To the shadows blue & red
Your alarm bells
Should be ringing
This is the gloaming |
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