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A Cold Stale GoodbyeThe night is young and the air is dangerousI do not want you to leave this night Don't think it's some childish paranoia I sense that death's on his horse tonight I turn away but for a moment And you have left me on my own This feling grows like a seed inside me It's vines are strangling my insides I chase but you are too far I stop to breathe this air I hear the faintest footsteps I feel his cold breath down my neck The eyes of his wicked horse Stare right into mine The last thing that I feel A cold, stale goodbye Death has touched me I hear faint cries From her voice Oh how sick she feels inside The night is old and drenched in staleness I did not want to leave you this night Your eyes are filled with deep hysteria I sense that death won't come for a while |