I lay awake in bed
Tried to sort out my head
But what is this I see
A dark light, really?
It sounds weird, understood
Forget it, know I should
But it kind of haunts me,
The thought of it taunts me
So, dark light are you there?
Are you tangled in my hair?
Please let me win the fight,
Stop thinking 'bout dark light!
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