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My name is Victoria Winters. The skies over Collinwood are dark and threaten snow, the sea air carries the promise of cold as deep and dark as the grave, but inside the great house there is a reprieve from the darkness, and if you care to join us you will find a congenial family atmosphere worthy of the holiday. Welcome to Christmas at Collinwood.
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Stranded in this spooky town
Stoplights are swaying and the phone lines are down
This floor is crackling cold, she took my heart, I think she took my soul
With the moon I run far from the carnage of the fiery sun
Driven by the strangle of vein showing no mercy I do it again,
Open up your eye, you keep on crying baby, I'll bleed you dry
Skies they blink at me, I see a storm bubbling up from the sea
And it's coming closer
And it's coming closer
You shimmy shook my bone leaving me stranded all in love on my own
Do you think of me? Where am I now? Baby where do I sleep?
Feel so good but I'm old, 2000 years of chasing's taking its toll
And it's coming closer
And it's coming closer
And it's coming closer
And it's coming closer
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