In the pitch, in the black, in the dark of the night I want you so bad that it hurts Its calling, its lurking, it beckons you For the cursed In the world without end where the bats can descend A pain that can only get worse Its calling, its lurking, it beckons you For the cursed Well I thought that wed live forever Underneath the pale gray sky But now I know that without you Each dawn Ill die In the pitch, in the black, in the dark of the night I love you so bad that it hurts Its calling, its lurking, it beckons me For the cursed
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