| With heavy tread and treacle feet
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| I drag my baggage behind me
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| Everything’s absurd, everything feels strange
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| I experience time as a terrible ache
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| Alone and unnoticed on the busy street
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| I’m living in the shadow of the terrible thing
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| Windows shatter and alarm bells ring
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| I’m living in the shadow of the terrible thing
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| Halfway down the road I’ve lost all purpose
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| No Virgil at my side to guide and interpret
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| Darkness visible, failing light
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| I hurt in every inch of my lived life
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| Alone and unnoticed on the busy street
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| I’m living in the shadow of the terrible thing
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| Windows shatter and alarm bells ring
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| I’m living in the shadow of the terrible thing
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| Sinking slowly in this miasma
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| Too much hurt for my head to handle
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| Hanging on to hope and a handful of chances
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| Cause if you take away the future then the present collapses
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| Alone and unnoticed on the busy street
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| I’m living in the shadow of the terrible thing
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| Windows shatter and alarm bells ring
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| I’m living in the shadow of the terrible thing |