He was passing my world
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Whistlin' the melody
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In the simple suit with hands in his pockets
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Dirty pieces of paper
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Was floatin' in the air
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And he was marchin'
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Over'n'over again.
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I've never seen his face.
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Never heard his melody
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I've never known that world
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Is a part of his tragedy.
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Trampling the povement
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Of my quiet life
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Smashing the puzzles made of human souls
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He was spittin' with hate red as the blood
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And I just wonder why he let me feel his sad.
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And steel I wonder why
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He let me feel his sad
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Maybe oneday I'll know the reason
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Maybe oneday I will
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Episode Man
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| Cemetery Of Scream |
