| When I go you know you can’t follow me into the darkness
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| Where I go you may not make it through the night
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| Only those who aren’t afraid to lose it all
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| Are the ones who may make it out alive
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| Now I’m haunted, haunted, haunted, haunted by the ride
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| Now I’m haunted, haunted, haunted, haunted by my stride
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| Father forgive them though they do know what they do
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| The reason resides in the rise and the fall of these times
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| Death and destruction, well I heard it on the news
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| It’s hard to know who to trust when these kings and these villains collide
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| Now I’m haunted, haunted, haunted, haunted by their lies
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| Now I’m haunted, haunted, haunted, haunted by their eyes
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| No man knows how sweet and dear the morning light can be
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| 'Til he’s suffered from the night
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| No man grows til he tests his might against what his eyes can’t see
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| Then he’ll truly spot his foes
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| And be haunted, haunted, haunted, haunted by their eyes
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| And be haunted, haunted, haunted, haunted by their eyes
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| When I go you know you can’t follow me into the darkness
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| Where I go you may not make it through the night
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| Only those who aren’t afraid to lose it all
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| Are the ones who may make it out alive |