It’s early in the mourning
Dark as hell
The fog is moving in
No warning bell
I’m looking out the window
At a shrouded figurine
A misty glass lady
With a blood curdling scream
Her eyes lock
Below the Golden Gate
Her hard smile
Sealing souls fate
No time to pack
No time to pace
No tunnel light
No magic
No cheers
No cheers
No disgrace
Turning from the window
I jump into my clothes.
If this is how it ends
Don’t want to miss the show
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