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Released under watchful skies into a town |
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I didn't recognise |
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I was a tourist with no story, lost in this purgatory |
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Escaped the smell of chalk and shame, |
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pledged a classroom in my name |
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The PTA won't bless me and the yearbook will assess me |
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I walked down these familiar streets, |
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now filled with circus freaks |
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Your plans are as useful as a baby's hand - |
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there's no planning in shadow |
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Shadowland (x9) |
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I chased you round the chimney stacks, the burnt earth pressed into our backs |
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It was so dark I just don't know what I kissed and I couldn't even see what i missed |
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You walked me across freedom fields, my shadow was a forcefield |
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I want to float upon my memories, not sink into the gloaming seas |
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of |
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Shadowland (x20) |
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Weight loss, first frost, valium, sink fast |
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Life coach, guru, I turn and I find you |
