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where were the eyes that followed |
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how could they've found? |
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these misery's merchants |
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struck the message deep |
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"we have come to stay" |
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dogs fled there in the dark of his path |
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feared him as once they all did |
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like a ghost in daylight |
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on an overcrowded street |
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he wishes |
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to be something he is not |
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lie a shadow at midnight |
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that originate in air |
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he wishes to release |
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deep in the back it had caught him |
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the anchor they threw at his life |
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oh these misery's merchants |
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dragged through life as a burden |
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rushed off to his cage of glass |
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to open the single window |
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a means of escape, out in the open |
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there are still holes in these walls |
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puking information into the unwanting |
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probing the last hope of defence |
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so he plugged up the holes |
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shut the outside window |
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in doing that, madness payed a visit |
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...and then suddenly in mid-thought |
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escape was a factor and as from inside |
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pushing out were words |
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through fingers came uncovering |
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revealing the truth of him there in the dark... |
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skin began to crawl as they neared him |
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is all pleasure release? |
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oh these misery's merchants |
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saw the message clear |
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"it is time to pay" |
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like a ghost in daylight |
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on an overcrowded street |
