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Every time I turn my head
A shadow slips just out of sight
I can feel its chill on the back of my neck, I can smell the failure on it.
I can hear it grin. Every time I turn my head A shadow slips just out of sight I can feel its chill on the back of my neck, I can smell the failure on it. I can hear it grin.
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