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The killer lives inside me; yes, I can feel him move. |
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Sometimes he's lightly sleeping in the quiet of his room; |
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but then his eyes will rise and stare through mine, |
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he'll speak my words and slice my mind inside. |
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Yes, the killer lives. |
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The angels live inside me, I can feel them smile; |
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their presence strokes and soothes the tempest in my mind |
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and their love can heal the wounds that I have wrought. |
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They watch me as I go to fall; |
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well, I know I shall be caught |
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while the angels live. |
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How can I be free? |
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How can I get help? |
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Am I really me? |
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Am I someone else? |
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But stalking in my cloisters hang the acolytes of gloom |
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and Death's Head throws his cloak into the corner of my room |
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and I am doomed. |
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But laughing in my courtyard play the pranksters of my youth |
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and solemn, waiting Old Man in the gables of the roof: |
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he tells me truth. |
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And I, too, live inside me and very often don't know who I am; |
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I know I'm not a hero;well, I hope that I'm not damned. |
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I'm just a man, and killers, angels, all are these, |
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dictators, saviours, refugees in war and peace |
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as long as Man lives... |
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I'm just a man, and killers, angels, all are these: |
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dictators, saviours, refugees. |
