| I hear footsteps closing in I recognize them from my early days
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| The times are different
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| The image remains the same
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| Repeating back flashes remembering the name
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| Approaching visions of things I can’t recall
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| A familiar smile awakes the pain
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| Unkept promises, the night awaits, the act of confidence
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| The kiss of Judas, I feel the lips on my cheek
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| The kiss of Judas haunts me once again
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| In your private chamber you’re all alone
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| The well earned silver pieces falling to the floor
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| The flame of the candle casting movement to the wall
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| Your eyes filled with guilt keep staring at the door
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| Approaching visions of things I can’t recall
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| A familiar smile awakes the pain
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| Unkept promises, the night awaits, the act of confidence
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| The kiss of Judas, I feel the lips on my cheek
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| The kiss of Judas haunts me once again
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| Unkept promises, the night awaits, the act of confidence
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| The kiss of Judas, I feel the lips on my cheek
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| The kiss of Judas haunts me once again
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| Unkept promises, the night awaits, the act of confidence
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| The kiss of Judas, I feel the lips on my cheek
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| The kiss of Judas haunts me once again |