| Three pretenders forced their entry
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| There wasn’t time to defend or attack
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| Somewhere inside I held their fury
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| But one by one my defenses began to crack
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| The first became a voice from my childhood
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| Without a world to call his own
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| Asking questions but doubting the answers
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| And too confused to stand up and face it alone
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| I can feel my body tremble
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| Like an animal under the gun
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| Can you feel your body tremble
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| Look in and see the eyes of Three Pretenders
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| The second came a shadowy hustler
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| Selling anything not nailed to the ground
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| He put a price on my resistance
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| And if it’s high, I know he’ll be marking it down
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| The third became a mysterious traveller
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| Stormy words like sea-weathered sails
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| His life was scarred with peaks and valleys
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| A haunted kingdom crumbling against the gales
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| I can feel my body tremble
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| Like a child afraid of the dark
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| Can you feel your body tremble |