When all the clouds surround my head
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Like bandages of ice
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As if they could heal my wounds, but they're incurable
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When all the branches stroke my hair
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Like your fingers do
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As if they could make me forget, but I can't walk back
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I hear another racking call, it burns me out
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When all the fog rises up
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Like a white veil of silk
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As if it could close my eyes, but I've seen too much
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And again I hear this racking call, it burns me out
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I see you walking barefoot, I feel your dying shades
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I know your world will crumble down
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I hear your evil laughing, I watched your killing change
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And I hear another racking call
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So I am stumbling through the night
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Confused and destroyed
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Can noone hear my cries for help?
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But maybe I am dumb
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I feel my body escaping, somehow my body is failing
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I scream - another racking call
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The Racking Call
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Dreadful Shadows |