| Um, there’s something in those eyes
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| A thing you can’t define
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| Two burnt-out blackened holes
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| All full of dying
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| A twisted little mind
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| Scheme and telling lies
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| Showing you the trails
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| You never thought you’d find
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| If you wake when you are sleeping
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| Pray the Lord your soul to keep
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| Through the gateways of the unknown
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| The black holes of the mind
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| Dark places, strange faces
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| When you cross the line
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| Lost your way, lost yourself
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| And dream became what’s real
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| A broken soul, a heart as black as coal
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| Afraid of what you’d find
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| If you talked to Mr. Hyde
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| Looked into your eyes
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| And saw a liar
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| In the mirror glass
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| A dead hand of the past
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| The double-face of you
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| That never dropped the mask
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| Come alive when you are dreaming
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| Pray the Lord your soul to keep
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| Through the gateways of the unknown
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| The black holes of the mind
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| Dark places, strange faces
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| When you cross the line
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| Lost your way, lost yourself
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| And dream became what’s real
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| A broken soul, a heart as black as coal
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| Whoa
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| Through the gateways of the unknown
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| The black holes of the mind
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| Dark places, strange faces
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| When you cross the line
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| Lost your way, lost yourself
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| And dream became what’s real
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| A broken soul, a heart as black as coal |