On the seventh day of the week
I pray the lord my soul to keep
My legs are moving slow
The temperature outside is strangely
Unlike anything I've known
Who's that lady in the dark?
I think she's lost her way
Who's that standing all alone
Looking for someone to take her soul
On the seventh night of the week
I try to cry myself back to sleep
Unfortunately then,
the scent of what was once a memory
that I loved has done me in
Who's that lady in the dark?
I think she's lost her way
Who's that standing all alone
Looking for someone to take her home
Take me home
Take me home
Take me home
Take me home
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