If I should die before I wake
I pray the Lord my soul to take
There's nothing left to take away
Empty sorrow fills every day
And even if i thought I could
Doesn't mean I ever would
Turn around and face the light
I love it here in the empty night
The dark is where I feel at home
Free to wander, free to roam
Where I am free to hide my face
Where nobody tells me my place
Will you come and join me too?
I'd like to haunt the night with you
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