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Classics Of Love Walking In Shadows

You could come out avowed- but you'll never make it out unbowed You could come out sound- but you'll never make it out unbound What's beyond the shroud

In this book of days we wrote there are no missing entries We watched capital crimes take place right in front of out hand-picked sentries This procession

substance Now there's one place left to go Walking in shadows, Walking in shadows Down here in the minerals, Trying to avoid the killing fall Walking in shadows, Walking in shadows