Says he's looking for Steve
"You got the wrong house " I tell him
"Steve lives down the street"
Death turns and walks away
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The Dream Rolls On
Three thirty in the mornin', sleeping in your bed Wrapped up in your blanket, soft pillow beneath your head Stars shinning brightly, t...
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The evils of this World hold you by a leash to Stay in controll
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They were fools to interrupt this day My day Where I was to be wed to the man I love Did they not think I would be armed Did they not thin... -
Sons of night Wicked deeds Doomed they are
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