| We drag around a shadow with every step we take
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| And every bad decision, now also theirs to make
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| The thief that only borrows in a sea without the shark
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| But who protects the shadow from the dark
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| A thousand different angles say the circles name in vain
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| Are we crucifying the savior or a masochist in pain
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| The knife without the handle, a shark without the sea
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| But who will give the shadow everything it needs
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| And every rule we follow was also made to brak
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| And everything we lt go, there’s something else we take
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| A goal without ambition is a key without the lock
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| And who is there to listen when the shadow has to talk
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| The time we take to wonder the point of being alive
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| The small talk we depend on like drinking piss to survive
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| The daughter of the addict wears her wedding dress to prom
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| And no one cares to find out where the shadow’s coming from
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| The old interpretations of how everyone should look
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| The cold and spiteful rhetoric inspired by a book
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| And hate without tradition is Noah without the ark
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| And who protects the shadow from the dark
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| Only feeling alone around people
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| Getting by, making it believable
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| Love without compassion is fire without a spark
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| But who protects the shadow better than the dark |