There was a time when I was young
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A boy with bold ambitions
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There was a time when I could tell the crooked from the wicked one
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There was a song that someone sung
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A hint of recognition
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There was a time I knew you well enough to know you won't be gone
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Come with me tonight
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Tell me how it feels to be alive
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There was a time I had respect
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A name, a reputation
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There was a time when I could watch myself without being disgraced
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Come with me tonight
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Let us find a place where we can hide
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Come into the light
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Let me show you how we stay alive
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[spoken]
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The word incubus means to lie on
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And it was believed that any heavy feeling in bed
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Such as a weight pressing down on your chest
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Especially accompanied by nightmares
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Was a sure sign that an incubus had attempted
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To have nocturnal intercourse with you.
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Given the religious fervor of the middle ages
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It's not altogether surprising that
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The idea of a demon lover was believed to account for this phenomenon.
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Poetry for the Poisoned, Pt. I: Incubus
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| Kamelot |
