Underneath lie barely seen and rarely touched All things untold Stone upon
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stone So foul, so cold A shadow of old
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Into the night Driven by what none can see Scarcely bound but hardly free
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A shadow of old A story untold A gathering rot The vacant lot
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A stray dog send shivers down your spine The remnant wall stand ever the
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same Hair of the dog won't help you at all
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The street's all deserted We'll swallow you whole
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Our minds intermingle a raven so black A spiralling stairway keep calling
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you back Tentacles, tentacles tighten their grip Downwards in circles the
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deadliest trip
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We mould you impassive all tainted and sore Abiding our master keep calling
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you Tentacles, tentacles tighten their grip Downwards in circles the
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deadliest trip
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The Vacant Lot
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| Tad Morose |
