| They’re among us, the cunning spies
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| They are watching us all the time
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| Stay away from the misty hills
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| No matter what you’ll see and what you’ll hear
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| They can turn every human mad
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| They can easily conquer the Earth
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| If they’d knew I suspect too much
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| They’d took me off the Earth, where they come from
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| Legends haven’t lied
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| Shine on, let me see the army of shadows
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| Shine on, when the night will come
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| Shine on, we hav lost the runs carved in the black ston
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| Shine on, evidence is gone
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| Whose are the voices outside my door?
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| I hear creaking of the wooden floor
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| How can I even speculate, when I am not sure if I am awake?
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| Is this noise only in my head?
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| Can I go, or is it too late?
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| Are your whispers a mad man’s lies?
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| Is that true that they will open for us gulfs of space and time?
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| Shine on, let me see the army of shadows
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| Shine on, when the night will come
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| Shine on, we have lost the runs carved in the black stone
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| Shine on, evidence is gone
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| They can turn every human mad
|
| They can easily conquer the Earth
|
| If they’d knew I suspect too much
|
| They’d took me off the Earth, where they come from
|
| Legends haven’t lied
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| Shine on, let me see the army of shadows
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| Shine on, when the night will come
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| Shine on, we have lost the runs carved in the black stone
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| Shine on, evidence is gone |