| Shadow on the steps of my, my darkest times
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| As I suffer escape from my crumbling spine
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| Tried to find shelter, found in the wildest nights
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| As I ran for miles to a faraway place
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| When your soft spoken words sound like machines in my ears
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| When your soft spoken words sound like machines in my ears
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| I dance no longer, get the masquerade
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| Still you embrace this blue mind’s eye
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| But all the times are times that I grow numb
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| Blind to the masterpiece of our love
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| When your soft spoken words sound like machines in my ears
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| When your soft spoken words sound like machines in my ears
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| When your soft spoken words sound like machines in my ears
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| When your soft spoken words sound like machines in my ears
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| Ya, Ohh, ooow
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| Ya, Ohh, ooow
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| Ya, Ohh, ooow
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| Ya, Ohh, ooow
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| When your soft spoken words sound like machines in my ears
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| When your soft spoken words sound like machines in my ears
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| When your soft spoken words sound like machines in my ears
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| When your soft spoken words sound like machines in my ears
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| When your soft spoken words sound like machines in my ears
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| When your soft spoken words sound like machines in my ears
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| When your soft spoken words sound like machines in my ears
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| When your soft spoken words sound like machines in my ears |