| No-one ever saw you
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| Moving through the dark
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| Leaving slips of paper
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| Somewhere in the park
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| Hidden from your friends
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| Stealing all they knew
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| Lovers thrown in airless rooms
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| Then vile rewards for you
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| And I’m gonna tell
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| Yes I’ve gotta tell
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| Gotta tell the things you’ve said
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| When you’re talking in the dark
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| And I’m gonna tell the things you’ve done
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| When you’re walking through the park
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| Some night on the thriller’s street
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| Will come the silent gun
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| You’ve got a dangerous heart
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| You stole their trust, their moon, their sun
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| There’ll come assassin’s needle
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| On a crowded train
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| I’ll bet you feel so lonely
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| You could die
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| Buildings crammed with people
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| Landscape filled with wrath
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| Grey concrete city
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| Rain has wet the street
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| I want to see you clearly
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| Before you close the door
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| A room of bloody history
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| You made sure of that
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| I can see you as a corpse
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| Hanging from a beam
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| I can read you like a book
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| I can feel you falling
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| I hear you moaning in your room
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| Oh see if i care
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| Oh please. |
| Please make it soon
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| Walls have got you cornered
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| You’ve got the blues my friend
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| And people don’t like you
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| But you will leave without a sound, without an end
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| Oblivion shall own you
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| Death alone shall love you
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| I hope you feel so lonely
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| You could die
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| You could die
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| You feel so lonely
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| You could die |