The thunder cracks at the hills and plains,
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The rain does lash at your window pane.
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I am the ghost of your past refrain,
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I¡¯m your conscience, let me in, let me in,
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I¡¯m your conscience, let me in.
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You cannot bear to go on this way,
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You¡¯ve passed many trials,
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But still you sway,
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You know that something has to change,
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And it¡¯s weak to sit in blame, let me in.
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Oh it¡¯s weak to sit in blame.
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No, You cannot bear to go on this way,
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You¡¯ve passed many trials,
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But still you sway,
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You know that something has to change,
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Or like me soon you¡¯ll be a ghost, let me in,
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Or soon you¡¯ll be a shade.
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Shade
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| The Tossers |
