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If I didn't know any better I think you have fallen in love with me You always seem to fall in the cracks and disappear in the shade You are always following me around and tripping on my toes You track my every movement and see my enemies and fears You see all of my mistakes, adding them up and waiting until you can prance and take me with you to the firey pits of Hell or the golden white paradise of Heaven I am never by myself-you're always around Hiding in the most obvious places and watch every moment of my life pass by without a single comment You're at home where most people are scared You are always dark and dreary but in the night you turn light Cheerful At the candlelight you bring on a spooky vibe Showing me your soft edges and your mysterious side Some days when the sun is just right you get shy Disappearing behind me I look for you like a dog chasing his own tail Always too far out of reach My family doesn't true me They always talk to you The girl I always leave behind To fill up the room A soft blanket
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Apr 10, 2014
Apr 10, 2014 at 9:55 PM UTC
Shadow
If I didn't know any better I think you have fallen in love with me You always seem to fall in the cracks and disappear in the shade You are always following me around and tripping on my toes You track my every movement and see my enemies and fears You see all of my mistakes, adding them up and waiting until you can prance and take me with you to the firey pits of Hell or the golden white paradise of Heaven I am never by myself-you're always around Hiding in the most obvious places and watch every moment of my life pass by without a single comment You're at home where most people are scared You are always dark and dreary but in the night you turn light Cheerful At the candlelight you bring on a spooky vibe Showing me your soft edges and your mysterious side Some days when the sun is just right you get shy Disappearing behind me I look for you like a dog chasing his own tail Always too far out of reach My family doesn't true me They always talk to you The girl I always leave behind To fill up the room A soft blanket
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Apr 10, 2014
Apr 10, 2014 at 9:55 PM UTC
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