| A rainy morning, another day
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| The shadows dancing their weird ballet
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| Their waltz surrounds me, they’re closing in
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| My thoughts are drifting, delivering
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| Another morbid tune
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| Their fast cadenza bewitches me
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| My world is fading, how can this be?
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| I hear myself, it’s a strange ordeal
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| The tune I play, what can it conceal?
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| Another morbid tune
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| Sweetly whispering it takes control
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| Of my body and my soul
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| Trying so hard to entice my mind
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| To leave my sanity behind
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| Drifting deeper in to depths unknown
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| I work my fingers to the bone
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| I try to play with passion, grace and style
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| To hit the note that I’m beguile
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| The veils of concience will gade to grey
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| Enchanting notes, they lead me astray
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| The room is spinning, it’s turning fast
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| The demons of my mind, free at last
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| Another morbid tune |