| Comes a time, comes a shadow
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| Comes a devil, calls your name
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| Can’t you hear his echoing paces
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| Cold fingers point on you
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| Icy sounds cry into the night
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| Just a puppet in their play
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| A lonesome king calls his lonely crowd
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| Calls you home into decay
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| I coldly stare out to the sky
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| Someone’s waiting someone smiles
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| Try to hide, try to turn away
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| You’ve got no chance to save your health
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| No chance to end up that old game
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| I coldly stare out to the sky
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| No time to pray a farewell, farewell
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| Another day, another life
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| A broken mirror cuts your face
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| Relentless words are driving mad
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| I coldly stare out to the sky |