| Now all the lights are gone
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| Things are just too empty, yeah
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| The rats are gnawing at the brains again
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| And if I see that face inside the mirror
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| I’m fighting desperately
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| The things you’ll never know
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| Strange things goin' through my body
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| It’s a strain on me, it’s a strain
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| But you’ll never get home again, ah…
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| Strange things, Isaac never saw me
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| It’s a strain on me, strange things
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| I’ve got a nice surprise
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| Think I’ll leave this dream behind
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| The rats are dancing in the brains again
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| On final shot relieves me of this nightmare
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| The face of death I see
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| Things you’ll never know
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| Strange things goin' through my body
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| It’s a strain on me, it’s a strain
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| But you’ll never get home again, ah…
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| Strange things, Isaac never saw me
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| It’s a strain on me, strange things
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| Strange things goin' through my body
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| It’s a strain on me, it’s a strain
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| But you’ll never get home again, ah…
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| Strange things, Isaac never saw me
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| It’s a strain on me, strange things
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| It’s a strain on me, whoa!
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| And I shall hear tho' soft you tread above me
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| Oh, Danny Boy, oh, Danny Boy, I love you so |