| There’s a storm on the horizon
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| There’s a shadow on your door
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| There’s a sense of dread that’s rising
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| And it’s coming back for more
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| It doesn’t matter what you say
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| Too late to change the damage you have done
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| There’s a feeling you can’t run from
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| There’s a gnawing sense of doubt
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| The wheel has come around and caught you underneath
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| We all know what you’re about
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| It doesn’t matter what you say
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| You can’t escape, there’s nowhere left to run
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| The quiet of the night
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| Is the hope of empty men
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| But the eyes you cannot face
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| And you won’t be rid of them
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| There’s a vision in your nightmares
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| And eyes you dare not meet
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| Your soul is dead and hollow
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| Dehumanized
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| Dehumanized and incomplete
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| It doesn’t matter what you say
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| You can’t escape, there’s nowhere left to run
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| It didn’t have to be this way
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| It didn’t have to be
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| The quiet of the night
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| Is the hope of empty men
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| But the eyes you cannot face
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| The eyes
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| The quiet of the night
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| Is the hope of empty men
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| But the eyes you cannot face
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| And you won’t be rid of them |