| I saw you in my mind when I was younger
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| And I grew older, and I saw you still
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| You’d stay close to me sometimes behind my shoulder
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| When I was weary, trouble would come
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| In my last defense you tried to warn me
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| I did not know you, you were a demon to me
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| Your presence, it was a fear that lived inside me
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| It grew around me, then you would appear
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| Deep below the earth I might have found you
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| High above the tower I could not see
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| Deep below the earth I might have found you
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| High above the tower I could not see
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| I was dead and I was dying at your doorway
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| I did not see you, you did not appear
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| And between the years, I might have come to know you
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| But I don’t own you, that much is clear
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| Deep below the earth I might have found you
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| High above the tower I could not see
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| Deep below the earth I might have found you
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| High above the tower I could not see
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| I was afraid someday you’d return
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| Unchanged at my door as you’d once been before
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| The flutter of fortune or a bringer of gloom
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| Out of the darkness and into my room |