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Found my riddle weeping
for your cold, dark grin
when the walls were shaking
and I don't know what it is
but you can hate it now and you will
So, are you ready to know?
but think of me before you let them talk
So, are you ready to know?
but think of me first
I'm the boy that listens
to the cold black wind
when the walls are shaking
a feeling of uneasiness
takes me over in my sleep
So, are you ready to know?
but think of me before you let them talk
So, are you ready to know?
but think of me first
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