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She's giving me an order
To stay cold
And miss this night

We're having a disorder
You ought to turn off
All the light

I'm the warder of this room
Better grab my hand or cry
I am bringing neither doom
Nor the harvest to this land

She's giving me a contract
For a job
I don't apply

She said she has a concept
We occupy
And petrify

I'm the warder of this room
Better grab my hand you shy
I am bringing neither doom
Nor the change
I mystify
Stultify
And petrify
Your blinded eyes

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