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Lyrics
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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
[They] Should be ringing
This is the gloaming |
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