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Will the Sun come out to shine again
Skeptical I stand
In times of trouble life goes on
But I feel left behind
My eyes are blind

I can foretell
There is no Paradise, or Hell
The neon lights keep shining
They shine on me and you
Electrical shadow cast-down
Like voodoo

I can feel them one by one go in
Forced into my skin
A voodoo doll controlled by man
But no one understands the pain is real

I cannot see

I can foretell
There is no Paradise
There might be a Hell
But it's hard to tell
From black magic and voodoo

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