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I know, in the dark Spirits lurk No, no, I won't be afraid anyway I know, under my bed There's work for exorcist Yet I can get sleep Come whatever may Mourn I won't here anyway I turn my back on darkness I wipe the evil away Why they'd have created A burden out of sorrow for man I refract thistles out of my way I'll make it to freedom I'll lay them on my burning pile That's how I make my fire It lights up my night That's how I make my fire I know, that out there Wolves prowl in the swamps Hey, hey, you can't catch me The dead walks on highway The scythe swings there No, no, I won't get on after all Come whatever may Mourn I won't here anyway I turn my back on darkness I wipe the evil away Why they'd have created A burden out of sorrow for man I refract thistles out of my way I'll make it to freedom I'll lay them on my burning pile That's how I make my fire It lights up my night That's how I make my fire

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