I feel the distant stare
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Of a watching eye
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Watching eyes of THE woodsman
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Quivers of death await me here
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I'm blind to their illusion - confusion
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Fletching of fowl Slips
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Through the wind
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Releasing their death with
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Their fingers
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My fate lies on a tensel line
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I must escape but there's
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Nowhere to hide
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The now exchanging roles
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In this theater of ill HUMOR
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The understudy steals
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The stage with an encore performance
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One of the hunted -
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The tables have turned
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One of the hunted -
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There's nowhere to run
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One of the hun ted -
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The tables have turned
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One of the hunted -
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There's nowhere to run
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In the temples of nature
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I hear the laughter
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Just another victim on
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This lonely trail
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They show no emotion for
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This loss of life
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It reminds me of myself not long ago
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And the cries for life that
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I'd seem to ignore
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The cries for life are now
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My very own
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One of the hunted
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The tables have turned
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One of the hunted
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There's nowhere to run
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One of the hunted
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The tables have turned
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One of the hunted
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There's nowhere to run
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One Of The Hunted
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Kamelot |