A marvel light, a daze of gold...
tears of a grass widow.
When I was young, I thought I'd be...
more than just a fantasy.
I wanna be this, I wanna be that...
a big black dog with the soul of a cat.
The blue-eyed devil, inside of me...
he won't leave, he's buried deep.
I used to have eyes of the colour of the sky,
now I can see in the middle of the night...
I used to have eyes of the colour of the sky,
now I can see in the middle of the night...
If I told you, would you believe?
My soul is wicked, I'm a thief.
They'd all burned me, 1690...
it was a deadly night shade, which finished me.
Now I'm haunting and I'm looming round,
the old church yard and the damn dog pound.
And I'm giving some hell, and I'm feeling free...
never was more than a fantasy.
But I fly at night and by your candlelight,
my shadow has you window...
I used to have eyes the colour of the sky,
now I can see in the middle of the night...
I used to have eyes the colour of the sky,
now I can see in the middle of the night...
I used to have eyes the color of the sky,
now I can see in the middle of the night...
I used to have eyes the color of the sky,
now I can see in the middle of the night...
I used to have eyes the color of the sky,
now I can see in the middle of the night...
I used to have eyes the color of the sky,
now I can see in the middle of the night...
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