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Hey kid |
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I've been watching you |
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Sleeping in the lilies with that old dull-bladed knife |
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Still in them bulletproof pajamas you've worn all your life |
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But tonight you're in some murky bar |
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The music's too loud and you don't feel like dancing |
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Not a familiar face in the room, just that little voice in the back of your head |
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It's always been there, but tonight it says |
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The days are getting shorter |
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The air is getting colder |
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And while you sip your rum and coke |
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Kid, you're just getting older |
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You realize you're sweating and the air around you stinks |
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You stumble to the bathroom, throw your head beneath the sink |
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And as you raise your eyes, your lips release a little groan |
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'Cause the face that's grinning back at you just isn't quite your own |
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So you go back to your lily petals |
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Pull those old pajamas tight |
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But you can't shake this feeling that your life is just a game of chess |
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Where ancient gods and devils fight |
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People stagger by you, thick blood running down their faces |
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While little jet-black serpents try to mate with your shoelaces |
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An old blind dog's been at your heels with the overpowering stench of decay |
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And an old friend sends a package, the skull inside it seems to say |
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I'm the face in every mirror |
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The shadow at your feet |
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The little light that glows behind |
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Each pair of eyes that you meet |
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You can hide inside your castle |
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Spend years thinking you're free |
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But I'm like ancient Rome, baby |
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All roads lead to me |
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Okay, kid |
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Let me tell you a little story |
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See, I don't get into town too often these days |
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But sometime soon old Jack Frost's gonna blow back into the heart of the big city |
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And I'll scream until the buildings melt |
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Then whisper 'till they freeze |
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And I'll stand on an icy tower |
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With every eye fixed on me |
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And everyone will follow |
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As I raise my left hand to the sky |
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And together we'll peel back the fabric of this world |
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And stare into the void that lies behind |
