| Sleeping, lurking in your bead and home
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| The shadow sleepers selling their own skin and bones
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| «For those that will follow me
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| You can find anything you need»
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| When I saw the hearts that the strangers keep
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| I saw a pale sort a thing
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| I saw the light sailing out to sea
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| Oh and it’s the downfall of me
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| Oh me, the downfall of me
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| Just a family man
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| What a communist
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| Such a simple plan
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| For an easy death
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| But you’re so scared you’ll be losing sleep
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| So you wait for the dogs
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| To call the slow talkers
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| All along, sit and sing my song
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| The shadow sleepers breaking in
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| Your head and in your home
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| Light the fire that they won’t deny
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| They want the light
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| And the fight
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| And everything inside
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| But they say that you want me
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| You say you want everything
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| You won’t lie when you follow me
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| You won’t leave until you fall asleep
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| You say why, why, why
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| Why, why, why
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| Why, why, why
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| Just a family man
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| What a communist
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| Such a simple plan
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| For an easy death
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| Left your easy thrill
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| For that young mistress
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| You’d give your own right hand
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| Just to save her death |