[Broderick / Conklin]
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[MacBeth]
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Banquo is gone, his soul I feel
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My eyes are closed his words are real
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So much to ponder, so much has changed
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Not long ago I was a nobleman, now I am king
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My lady and my guests await me in honor
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My thoughts haunt me inside on the path I've laid
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I shake with fear, his voice I hear
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Banquo is dead, now he's in my head
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He haunts my night. He haunts my day
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Leave my mind, my friend; leave my guilt, I pray
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Leave my lady; excuse our guests for you see I'm mad
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Rid with guilt I've slain my friend, lost the bond we had
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I must flee to the witches' place and give my mind rest
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I fear more murder to do; we'll be put to the test
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Spectres of the Past
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| Jag Panzer |
