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With you
Pumpkins painted gray
The graveyard is covered with hay
I can barely see through the haze
I feel so safe
I'm all alone
The grass crunches under my feet
I see your face in the clouds
The one that used to be so sweet
Now your gone
As the wolfs feed on your body
I'm so sorry
I took the knife right to you
You said do it
And I listened
I wish, I hadn't
It almost strikes midnight
The timing is dark and right
The man creeps closer
Closer
Closer
My heart beats faster
Faster
Faster
His eyes become clearer
The haze clears away
He reaches in his pocket
For his blade
I'm so close
But so far away
But within a day
I'll be with you
The graveyard is covered with hay
I can barely see through the haze
I feel so safe
I'm all alone
The grass crunches under my feet
I see your face in the clouds
The one that used to be so sweet
Now your gone
As the wolfs feed on your body
I'm so sorry
I took the knife right to you
You said do it
And I listened
I wish, I hadn't
It almost strikes midnight
The timing is dark and right
The man creeps closer
Closer
Closer
My heart beats faster
Faster
Faster
His eyes become clearer
The haze clears away
He reaches in his pocket
For his blade
I'm so close
But so far away
But within a day
I'll be with you
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