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And the moment that she left the room |
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The album started skipping |
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Goodbye to beauty, shared with the ones that you love |
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A shadow that has fallen over this town |
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A shadow that has fallen over this town |
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Attention, all of my worst critics |
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Who were once the best of friends |
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You're all just crows on the power lines |
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Into romantic speculations |
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Into romantic speculations |
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Sightings of shape shifting |
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Dissolved into the darkness |
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A final opinion is of less value |
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Than an appreciation of, |
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And tolerance for obscurity |
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Theatrics, all made up and pianos all playing at once through the dust |
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I found it difficult in my excitement to keep from floating off |
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To keep from floating off and off and off |
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Into romantic speculations |
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Into romantic speculations |
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Sightings of shape shifting |
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Dissolved into the darkness |
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A final opinion is of less value |
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Than an appreciation of, |
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And tolerance |
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A shadow that has fallen over this town (x6) |
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(In background:) |
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The spider sings alone |
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The spider sings alone |
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He paced the room with hurried steps |
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And placed his hands upon his head |
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As if he were afraid |
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His thoughts were bursting from his brain |
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Sightings of shape shifting |
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Dissolved into the darkness |
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A final opinion is of less value |
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Than an appreciation of, |
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And tolerance |
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Sightings of shape shifting |
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Dissolved into the darkness |
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A final opinion is of less value |
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Than an appreciation of |
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As if he were afraid! |
