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It's in the air
For all our guests to stare
Their speech left pacified
With a cowards glare
It's in the air
As our guests thought we stare
Their speech left pacified
With a cowards glare

Is she haunted by
(Is she haunted by a glow)
That beauty soft
(That beauty soft as now)

A frantic pounding grabs his heart
The beats mimicked by his thought
By his thought

It's in the air
For all our guests to stare
Their speech left pacified
With a cowards glare
It's in the air
As our guests thought we stare
Their speech left pacified
With a cowards glare

To plot against
(To plot against this)
May be a deadly
(May be a deadly deed)

With a shriek of horror fleeing
Bringing them to their weary knees
With a shriek of horror fleeing
Bringing them to their weary knees

A poet crumbles by the alter
A shock from on to bare
The fainting of a man
By the lips (under the veil)
The reckless (become the tragic)
Reside night (bring light to day)
In the wake some things
May never beat the shame in pain

It's in the air
For all our guests to stare
Their speech left pacified
With a cowards glare
It's in the air
As our guests thought we stare
Their speech left pacified
With a cowards glare
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It's in the air   For all our guests to stare   Their speech left pacified   With a cowards glare   It's in the air   As our guests thought we stare   Their speech left pacified   With a cowards glare      Is she haunted by   (Is she haunted by a glow)   That beauty soft   (That beauty soft as now)      A frantic pounding grabs his heart   The beats mimicked by his thought   By his thought      It's in the air   For all our guests to stare   Their speech left pacified   With a cowards glare   It's in the air   As our guests thought we stare   Their speech left pacified   With a cowards glare      To plot against   (To plot against this)   May be a deadly   (May be a deadly deed)      With a shriek of horror fleeing   Bringing them to their weary knees   With a shriek of horror fleeing   Bringing them to their weary knees      A poet crumbles by the alter   A shock from on to bare   The fainting of a man   By the lips (under the veil)   The reckless (become the tragic)   Reside night (bring light to day)   In the wake some things   May never beat the shame in pain      It's in the air   For all our guests to stare   Their speech left pacified   With a cowards glare   It's in the air   As our guests thought we stare   Their speech left pacified   With a cowards glare
 
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