| Mr. Shadow
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| Ever since you were a boy
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| You walked the earth
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| In search of every ounce
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| Of daylight that you could destroy
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| And I feel you
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| When I push people down the stairs
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| I like the small fleet of power that I feel
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| When I catch them unawares
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| Dreams come and dreams go
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| But there’s just one nightmare
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| It’s the one where all the winds blow
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| And there’s fiery ash in the air
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| And Mr. Shadow’s always there
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| Behind every dark curtain
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| And every dying tree
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| He’s in the final breath you take
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| When you’re drowning in the lake because of me
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| And he hides
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| He hides in broad daylight
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| And if you stare directly into him
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| He’ll surely play a trick upon your sight
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| Whoa whoa ohh
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| Daylight comes
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| And daylight goes
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| And if you know what the hangman knows
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| You know that death is everywhere
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| And Mr. Shadow doesn’t care
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| Mr. Shadow doesn’t care
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| Human rights and celebrities
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| Can’t do anything to stop him
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| When he goes to take his bites out of you and me
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| Mr. Shadow
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| Tell me now is it true
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| You give us six more weeks of sorrow
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| When some Punxsutawney dog sees you |