| I know where the nightmares sleep
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| On what fodder do they feed
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| For two long weeks I stayed awake
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| Until I saw one cross your face
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| I knew that you had been untrue
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| I didn’t know how but I knew
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| The who you spoke to in your dreams
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| Was never how you spoke to me
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| I know where the nightmares sleep
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| On what fodder do they feed
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| I followed them back down to hell
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| And I spent some time down there myself.
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| Nightmares have their dreams, as well.
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| And when they sleep they go to hell
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| And they drink their fill on lakes of blood
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| Canter 'cross the skull-paved
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| And nurse their little colts on flies
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| Their coltish teeth like kitchen knives
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| And look down from abysmal cliffs
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| Their dead hair by the lead wind riffed
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| On denizens too deep to see
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| Whose own dreams nightmares' nightmares be.
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| I know where the nightmares sleep
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| On what fodder do they feed
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| I’d been awake so long by then
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| They thought that I was one of them.
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| Nightmares cannot be ribcaged
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| Midnight’s just a steeplechase
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| Down silver needles half will go
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| And pin your navel to your soul
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| The other half will go instead
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| A’gallop 'cross the kicked-up bed
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| And find the one who’s sleeping sound
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| And drag him down, oh drag him down
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| Drag him down, oh drag him down
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| Drag him down, oh drag him down
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| Drag him down, oh drag him down
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| Drag him down where I got took
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| And through he may not want to look
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| I’ll sift hell for an equal pain.
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| Shard-born beetles boiling rain
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| I’ll prop his eyes and down them feed
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| The same hell you both fed to me.
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| I know where the nightmares sleep
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| On what fodder do they feed
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| I followed them back down to hell
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| And I spent some time down there myself.
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| I know where the nightmares sleep
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| I know where the nightmares sleep
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| I know where the nightmares sleep
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| I know where the nightmares sleep
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| I know where the nightmares sleep… |