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Walking My Shaddow
Walking my shaddow through the crowds, in my hand a candle light; breath takeing devils come inside makeing shouts; monster thoughts in the night of the sun-shine, trapped inside. Blackened, tip-toe steps on the streets, walking my shaddow, I'm alone, all surroundings seem to fade into deaths; coming from inside my home weeping me my life to trade. No more skies, the thoughts have died, nothing's right, walking still backwords, walking my shaddow, it's all gone for those who cried; all the deadly words, silence, darkness, which turned life to stone Down below spirits shine in denial voices scream for silence darkness, cries the violence, down below spirits shine in denial.
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