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Does the shadowman possess you? |
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Is your dream still sweet and real? |
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Pain will always follow pleasure |
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That's how Nature cuts her deal |
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With every moment precious |
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It was time alone we'd steal |
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First it's heaven then it's hell |
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To allow all that we feel |
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I'm going down to these shadowlands |
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Shadowlands |
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What you can't cure you must endure |
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In shadowlands |
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Climbing and disowning |
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You've made acquisitions |
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Trading love for the masquerade |
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Just to realize positions |
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You put your mouth in someone else's pocket |
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So you still need need someone to blame |
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You turn your victim over |
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But lay bare your face and name |
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To you who vanquish memory, |
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In your powerlust for fame, |
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Brother Banquo he'll be calling |
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Yeah it's halloween again . . . |
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I may be leanin' on his shoulder |
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In these killing fields of shame |
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And I'll return from These Shadowlands |
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Shadowlands |
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What we don't cure must be endured |
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In these shadowlands |
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Where e'er the Fates may hide us |
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From the dark seas of our dreams |
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I pray you yet may find us |
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If you share these final scenes |
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By God's grace let you be the one |
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Who'll hear the sad refrain |
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From the echoes of a love song |
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On The Late Show playin' |
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A survivor of the airwaves |
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Sees the sun going down in flame |
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Framed against his doorway |
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A silhouette in chains... |
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Hell-bound for these shadowlands |
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Shadowlands |
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What we don't cure must be endured |
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In these shadowlands |
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And if we won't learn for sure we'll burn |
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In these Shadowlands. |
