| Shadows may hide you but also may be your grave
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| You’re running today maybe tomorrow you’ll be saved
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| You pray for the daylight to save you for a while
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| You wonder if your children will face the killer’s smile
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| Dead men, tell no tales
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| Gangland, murder’s up for sale
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| Dead men, tell no tales
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| Gangland, where the jail birds die
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| Face at the window leers into your own
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| But it’s only your reflection still you tremble in your bones
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| How long can you hide? |
| How long till they come?
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| A rat in a trap but you’ve got to survive
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| Once you were glad to be free for a while
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| The air tasted good and the world was your friend
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| Then came the day when the hard times began
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| Now you’re alone but alive for how long?
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| Dead men, tell no tales
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| Gangland, murder’s up for sale
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| Dead men, tell no tales
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| Gangland, where the jail birds die
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| A knife at your throat another body on the pile
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| A contract to keep and it’s service with a smile
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| Murder for vengeance or murder for gain
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| Death on the streets or a blackened out jail
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| Dead men, tell no tales
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| Gangland, murder’s up for sale
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| Dead men, tell no tales
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| Gangland, where the jail birds die
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| Dead men, gangland
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| Murder, gangland
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| Tell no tales |