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The Night Of Death
The Lies
The Cries
All The Pain
In Their Eyes
And What Do We Call This Special Time?
The Night Of Death
I Never Sleep
l Rarely Dream
This Is A Good Thing
It May Seem
But Tonight
All Things Will Die
Only Because Of My Shut Eyes
And Tomorrow Night
When The People Are Gone
I Will Be The Only One
Sad And Lonely
As I Once Was
The Cries
All The Pain
In Their Eyes
And What Do We Call This Special Time?
The Night Of Death
I Never Sleep
l Rarely Dream
This Is A Good Thing
It May Seem
But Tonight
All Things Will Die
Only Because Of My Shut Eyes
And Tomorrow Night
When The People Are Gone
I Will Be The Only One
Sad And Lonely
As I Once Was
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