| Once a painter drew my face
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| Almost put me in a grave
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| He was old, out of his mind
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| A craziness that made him blind
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| He must have read between the lines
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| He was a man with great disguise
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| He fixed a stare into my eyes
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| Oh, he’s the one saw through my lies
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| Where is my face?
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| Oh, pictures of a shadow
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| What I have seen will make you run
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| It is not what I have done
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| I don’t believe in you I’m not afraid
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| It all comes back but yet in spades
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| My eyes have stopped but can’t forget
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| The memories mad today of men
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| The words are written here in black
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| Now there is no turning back
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| Where is my face?
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| Oh, pictures of a shadow
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| If evil had a face tonight, be sure my dear it would be mine
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| If evil had a place to walk, Hell would arise and leave you blind
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| If evil had a face tonight, be sure my dear it would be mine
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| If evil had a place to walk, Hell would arise and leave you blind |