| There came a time I’d had all I could take
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| Life on the edge, my mind about to break
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| Parents said they’d warned me and my friends said
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| It’s a shame
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| Doctor said the stress was playing tricks upon my brain
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| Doctor he told me I had to get away
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| Climbed a jet liner, bound for the UK
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| Resting in the countryside, L.A. far behind
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| Something deep inside was playing tricks in side my mind
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| Tricks inside my mind
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| There in the wall it lay throughout the years
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| Pages of secrets, the source of all their fears
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| Hidden reasons, flashing eyes, something isn’t right
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| What can you do when you’re running out of sight
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| Hiding from the light
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| Nightmares waken me at night
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| Shadows hiding from the night
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| Old parchment pages that crack when opened wide
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| There in the Black Book the magic came alive
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| Hidden reasons, flashing eyes, something isn’t right
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| What can you do when you’re hiding out of sight
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| Welcoming the night
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| Shadows waken me at night
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| See the Black Book come alive |