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You see, there's this little place I like to go.
I like to run and hide--deep inside.
Where all the nightmares are real, and all the monsters come alive.
Oh, but the things I've seen. In soft, soft visions and terrifying prophecies.
Like serpents on the take and gods coming in all sizes and shapes.
Nothing seems fulfilling anymore.
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