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To stare into dark corners |
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Shadows cross our lives |
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The image of my father |
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Like a sleeping child |
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To walk to the blue ocean |
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And shelter in the shade |
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The eyes that once were living |
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Like a jack of spades |
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Smiles of sinless murder |
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The stormy dark remains |
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Who never rode white horses |
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Or wished on falling stars |
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Old mad men chase their shadows |
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On the day they die dancing in the moonlight |
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Send shivers down my spine |
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Skeletons of angels |
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Shot right through the heart |
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As he gunned the motor |
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At eighty miles an hour |
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In the minds of children |
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Drowning in thin air |
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A voice comes from the darkness |
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I am the jack of spades |
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I am the jack of spades |