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Thinking of the wood that guards the hillside |
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It has changed in many ways |
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The best friend that |
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I ever had, |
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I killed him |
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And I'll always remember his face |
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But I'm alone... |
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I'm thinking of the voices from the parklane |
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How come they just disappeared |
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Right now |
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I am back where it all started |
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And now the voices are calling again |
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But I'm alone... |
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And the voices are only one voice |
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I hear it much clearer now |
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It's like on another level |
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Where I can hear the words without a blur |
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And it seems like that we can communicate |
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I hear him say he's such a lonely soul |
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A spirit from the lonely skies |
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And somehow |
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I recall the voice |
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But I just can't place it in time - |
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Hey, you should remember me! |
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It said And then it was gone |
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Faster than it came |
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Faster than it came |
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I am walking down the lane and |
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I am shaking |
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Now the voices have returned |
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And I wonder who the hell |
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I've been forsaking |
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Who will see my bridges burn? |
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And I am not alone... |
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And I am not alone... |
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I'm not alone... |
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I saw my shadow move |
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But I didn't move |
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I has a life of itself |
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And it's breathing |
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And you can't runaway from your own shadow |
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I'm desperately trying to run away from myself |
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But the shadow is following me wherever |
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I go Just like my shadow, but it's not my shadow |
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It's not my shadow |
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It's not my shadow |
