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Slumber is for lovers

Oh, sing me to sleep, carry me to coma.

If you wanted my soul, well baby, I think I owe ya.

The stitches that held us together fell apart at the seams,

but I’ll always remember you when the blood hits the moonbeams.

Yeah, When the blood hits the moonbeams.

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