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There's a rumor of a midnight man |
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so silent in disguise |
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And every time he looks your way |
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you see it in his eyes |
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Like a window to the storm |
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he just invades your paradise |
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Don't you buy what he is selling |
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it's just lies... |
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When he says... these hearts are willing |
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Story goes... these dreams are free |
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Only takes a moment |
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but you must acclimatize |
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Don't you buy what he is selling |
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it's just lies... |
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Over your left shoulder I have seen the angry beast |
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Heard the war horn screaming, as they gather for the feast |
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Seen a star-crossed angel with the death-card and a shield |
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We're walking through mindfields... You see an angel and she takes you by the hand |
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We're walking through mindfields... Her lips are moving like she's praying |
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We're walking through mindfields... She speaks so softly and you want to understand |
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what she's saying |
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There's a stairway leading to the sun |
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I walk it in my sleep |
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And a ship of fools above the sky |
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who've gotten into deep |
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With a doorway into nowhere |
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and the path is way too steep |
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Don't lose your angry soul |
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It's yours to keep... |
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Where it ends... it's the beginning |
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And it stays... right to the end |
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The reason is unclear my friend |
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it almost makes me weep |
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So don't lose your angry soul |
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it's yours to keep |
