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They lie in wait |
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At the barricades |
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When they draw nearer |
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We are scaring them away |
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It's the shadow play the shadow play |
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The shadow play |
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It's the shadow play the shadow play |
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The shadow play |
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With you as King |
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We won't go down |
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With you as King |
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We are scaring them away |
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It's the shadow play |
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We known ourselves |
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There's a mole within our ranks |
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Smoke him out |
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And his hocus-pocus |
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Get him running with the rats |
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Get him running with the rats |
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Get him running with the rats |
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Get him running with the rats |
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There's a hole in my head |
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And the fat's lying bare |
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And the rats are running in and out |
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An opaque cabaret |
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An internal affair |
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And the mole is never scared away |
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I'm candid and fair |
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I don't hackle the speaker |
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In the evening prayer |
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I try not to think |
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In this total eclipse |
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I'm the shadow player |