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I follow your steps to the 4th floor den Light the candle on your desk I hear voices, strange voices talk A midnight meeting when it's dark The flowers on the counter I sent you those White carnations with a single rose I should never have come here tonight but your eyes sparkle in the cold, cold night Where are these prints leading is it where my heart is bleeding? I need a map and a magnifying glass to follow you into the darkness There are notes and names and numbers from the lady from the office just opposite mine I came here to win you tonight so you better come with without a fight Where are these prints leading is it where my heart is bleeding? I need a map and a magnifying glass to follow you into the darkness I'll need a gun and a large coctail in glass to follow you into the darkness