| No one else will ever know
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| This is how these passions always grow
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| Following the hearts desires
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| Leads down a path into the fire
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| And it burns like the gold in the band
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| That he wears on his left hand
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| There’s a light that preys on the shadows of time
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| Finds one wide awake in the cold, cold sweat
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| In the middle of the darkest night
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| And the ghost will knock at the door
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| Till you can’t keep the secret anymore
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| A thunder clap hid the sound of a shot on the edge of town
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| Covered up the perfect crime no trace of deeds left behind
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| Just a rattle of the bone in the closet of the soul
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| There’s a light that preys on the shadows of time
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| Finds one wide awake in the cold, cold sweat
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| In the middle of the darkest night
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| And the ghost will knock at the door
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| Till you can’t keep the secret anymore
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| Just a rattle of the bone in the closet of the soul
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| There’s a light that preys on the shadows of time
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| Finds one wide awake in the cold, cold sweat
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| In the middle of the darkest night
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| And the ghost will knock at the door
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| The ghost keeps knocking at your door
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| Till you can’t keep the secret anymore |