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Shadows stir a chill, a burr

as night cralws in

and light is captured in tins

and thrown away forever

sweet suicide

sweet cianide

sweet lit candles of wax.

theyve stopped the tax

but still our problems yet not solved

were dropped by our feet over the waterfall

i saw the water stir and chill

over mountains and valleys

and you ask me please

you cant be trusted

your such a tease

so stop it

dont lie

our problems will not end tonight.

just say goodbye, goodbye, and goodnight.