| It’s every way I look
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| From last biggest down right here
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| Under your precity, rapped by your ear
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| It’s creepin' n' sweetly, it’s definitely here
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| There’s nothing more deadly than slow growing fear.
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| Life was full n' fulfill and you could take a ring on bite.
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| That you spoolin' will over your skin’s delight.
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| But the shadow it grows and takes the death away.
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| Even broken down pieces do this priceless ballet.
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| The shadow proves, the shadow proves.
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| The thing 'til we go into the fade out lines.
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| The shadow proves, the shadow proves.
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| The thing 'til we go into the fade out lines.
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| Do we built all those bridges
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| to watch the thing under dust?
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| Or blow them volunteerly off the constant trust.
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| The clock is tickin' its last couple of times.
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| And there won’t be a party in the weather in frost
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| Heading deeper down
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| with sliding without note seen
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| all round the climb.
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| Heading deeper down,
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| we’re hanging onto sweet nothings,
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| left behind.
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| Deeper down.
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| We’re all going down.
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| Down, deeper down, yeah.
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| We are all plunging straight to walls are own to plunge.
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| Without noticing we slide
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| Down, deeper down.
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| The shadow grows
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| Without ever slowing down.
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| We are heading straight
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| into the fade out line. |