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Broken down a nervous wreck yet there are no regrets, |
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All the prestige drains my soul as illness takes to bed, |
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It's time I need to ease my mind and become new again, |
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So rest my child and be cleansed for breakdown's not the end, |
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But what is this? What leads me from my room? |
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An apparition? It beckons me! |
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In this place here I rest while doctors roam the halls, |
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Yet I'm alone inside myself to struggle with my fears, |
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And there it is I can see a shadow on the wall, |
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Calling me towards the end and onwards to the morgue, |
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But the fear it takes my breath away, |
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So near is the lonely world of death, |
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I try to think of other things yet it is always near, |
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I just can't help but walk its path and end up at the morgue, |
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No, not the morgue! Not that dreaded place! |
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The morgue is cold and stinks of death the bodies freezing cold, |
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I feel the grasp of something strange pulling at my soul, |
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The dead just laying on their slabs sends chills right down my spine, |
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And there's that shadow on the wall its image stains my mind, |
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That shadow, that shadow on the wall, |
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That shadow, that creeping down the wall, |
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What does this tell me of my mind this crazy lunacy, |
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I fear that this is a sign that death is wanting me, |
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That shadow, that shadow on the wall, |
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That shadow, creeping down the wall, |
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That shadow, that shadow on the wall, |
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That shadow, creeping down the wall, |
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Down the wall! |
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My release from this place should take this all away, |
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My mind has healed up long enough for life it now awaits, |
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So off I'll go into the sky and ride the flying plane, |
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Back to a place where I belong the soothing hand of fame, |
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But wait it's that shadow once again my fate is in my own hands, |
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I run away from the boarding plane that takes off in the night, |
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As up in flames death does claim everyone but I, |
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That shadow, that shadow warned me of the end, |
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That shadow, that shadow let me live again, |
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That shadow, that shadow pulled me from the flames, |
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That shadow, a premonition! |