I always wake up
at that witching hour
How lonely
oh so forlorn
eventide is now
My nightmares come to me
just like those hands
One greets me
satiating my solitary
the other one runs away
much like you did
I always wake up
at that witching hour
How lonely
oh so forlorn
eventide is now
My nightmares come to me
just like those hands
One greets me
satiating my solitary
the other one runs away
much like you did
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