The Vincent Black Shadow - The Last Few Minutes lyrics

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The Vincent Black Shadow - The Last Few Minutes lyrics

Maybe if I don't move an inch The pinchers will go easy Can't circulate or regulate the random bits and pieces Is it over? Wrapped up tight, rafters and sheets are all a mess tonight Downstairs the people turn off all the lights, Turned up the heat, and locked the door In my eyes sweat beads, it's dripping and I don't feel right Maybe I'm sleeping with a knife inside, Maybe I'm dreaming of a ghost Maybe if I stay calm tonight and try to light a candle The glow inside would find its way back out and try to change you I'm not done yet! Wrapped up tight, rafters and sheets are all a mess tonight Downstairs the people turn off all the lights, Turned up the heat, and locked the door In my eyes sweat beads, it's dripping and I don't feel right Maybe I'm sleeping with a knife inside, Maybe I'm dreaming of a ghost Wrapped up tight, rafters and sheets are all a mess tonight Downstairs the people turn off all the lights, Turned up the heat, and locked the door In my eyes sweat beads, it's dripping and I don't feel right Maybe I'm sleeping with a knife inside, Maybe I'm dreaming of a ghost s**ing on the last few bits of hope... I'm still here is all you need to know! Wrapped up tight... All the lights... In my eyes... A knife inside... Wrapped up tight, rafters and sheets are all a mess tonight Downstairs the people turn off all the lights, Turned up the heat, and locked the door In my eyes sweat beads, it's dripping and I don't feel right Maybe I'm sleeping with a knife inside, Maybe I'm dreaming of a ghost Wrapped up tight, rafters and sheets are all a mess tonight Downstairs the people turn off all the lights, Turned up the heat, and locked the door In my eyes sweat beads, it's dripping and I don't feel right Maybe I'm sleeping with a knife inside, Maybe I'm dreaming of a ghost Wrapped up tight, rafters and sheets are all a mess tonight Downstairs the people turn off all the lights, Turned up the heat, and locked the door In my eyes sweat beads, it's dripping and I don't feel right Maybe I'm sleeping with a knife inside, Maybe I'm dreaming of a ghost

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