Every evening when the sun goes down I sit here in my room
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And the lamplight shining on me projects my lonely gloom
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My counterpart in agony mocks each tear that falls
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And I cast a lonesome shadow on these lonely, lonely walls
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He's always by my side at night no matter where I go
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He lurks out in the darkness or in the neon's glow
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He follows me across the steps and up and down the halls
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And I cast a lonesome shadow on these lonely, lonely walls
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I sit and watch the candle and the flicker of the flame
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My writhing shadow twists and turns as though it is in pain
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I'm trying to escape the memory my heart recalls
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And I cast a lonesome shadow on these lonely, lonely walls
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The image of a love I lost and all the things I'd planned
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Are as empty as the bottle that I hold in my hand
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My soul is buried in the depths of love and life's pitfalls
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And I cast a lonesome shadow on these lonely, lonely walls
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I cast a lonesome shadow on these lonely, lonely walls
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I Cast A Lonesome Shadow
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| Martin L. Gore |
