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Stalking the shadows in search for a dream |
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The dream of ne0n-nightmares |
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From your guns they feed |
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A target selected |
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Coming up from behind |
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Now the light of the city, it triggers his mind |
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Behind corners like the judgment so unkind |
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A target selected |
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Left is a body undead |
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So face it |
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No one knows the one who dies |
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It's never to be told |
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Spinal chill, fire at will |
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A will for more, printed to the core |
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Left is a body undead |
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The dawn approaches, it's killing his lust |
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Beams of light ascend and penetrate his eyes |
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Every second you're away, he's falling |
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When the sun begins to fade, I'm mourning |
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And as the shadow kills the light, I'm burning |
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But the world won't stop, it keeps on turning |