Released under watchful skies into a town I didn't recognise I was a tourist with no story, lost in this purgatory Escaped the smell of chalk and shame, pledged a classroom in my name The PTA won't bless me and the yearbook will assess me I walked down these familiar streets, now filled with circus freaks My plans are as useful as a baby's hand there's no planning in shadowland
Shadowland, shadowland, shadowland...
I chased you round the chimney stacks, the burnt earth pressed into our backs It was so dark I just don't know what I kissed and I couldn't even see what I missed You walked me across freedom fields, my shadow was a forcefield I want to float upon my memories, not sink into the gloaming seas of shadowland
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