(Billy Greer / Steve Morse / Steve Walsh)
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Three pretenders forced their entry
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There wasn't time to defend or attack
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Somewhere inside I held their fury
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But one by one my defenses began to crack
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The first became a voice from my childhood
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Without a world to call his own
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Asking questions but doubting the answers
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And too confused to stand up and face it alone
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I can feel my body tremble
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Like an animal under the gun
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Can you feel your body tremble
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Look in and see the eyes of Three Pretenders
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The second came a shadowy hustler
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Selling anything not nailed to the ground
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He put a price on my resistance
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And if it's high, I know he'll be marking it down
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The third became a mysterious traveller
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Stormy words like sea-weathered sails
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His life was scarred with peaks and valleys
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A haunted kingdom crumbling against the gales
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I can feel my body tremble
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Like a child afraid of the dark
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Can you feel your body tremble
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Look in and see the eyes of Three Pretenders
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Three Pretenders
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