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Black as the night |
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Cold as a winter's wind |
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Out on the prowl and ready to strike again |
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And though you never see them come in |
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You better believe they're there |
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They lurk in the night |
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But you can't see them |
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You don't hear a sound not even a scream |
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And though you don't believe they'll coming |
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You'll regret you didn't beware |
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Never turn your back on a shadow |
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Cause when they're coming you don't know |
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They fly like the wind |
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And bite like a tiger |
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But you'll never see the Shadows of Iga |
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Never believe you're in an empty room |
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Because your doubts will be answered all too soon |
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And though you don't believe in running |
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You'll be better off if you did |
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Some call them thieves |
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Some call them murderers |
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But nevertheless they don't take prisoners |
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And though you don't believe they'll come in |
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Just give them reason if you dare |
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Never turn your back on a shadow |
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Cause when they're coming you don't know |
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They fly like the wind |
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And bite like a tiger |
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But you'll never see the Shadows of Iga |
