| [Irish Bouzouki: Michael Mills
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| Low Whistle: Troy Donockley
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| Cello: Maaike Peterse]
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| I feel his shadow looming over me
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| Leaving me defeated and confused
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| His eyes still haunt me, if only I’d done more
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| Maybe I gave up on him too soon…
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| I share your sorrow, but we are not to blame
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| His heart has always been a mystery
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| We’ll never fathom, we’ll never understand
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| Did he ever need us, were we real
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| Or mere reflections in a mirror of dreams?
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| What holds his future, how will he survive?
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| Without us to save him from himself
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| Where has he run to, will he return?
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| I hope he knows I wish him well
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| It’s up to him now, there’s nothing we can do
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| I fear we cannot give him what he needs
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| Are we but phantoms inside his tangled mind?
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| Will he ever need us, are we real…
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| Ore mere reflections in a mirror of dreams? |