Please take my hand, and let me lead you through these museum halls.
My god, the light casts an ugly shadow across these decaying walls.
And should I ask you, is that fear I see etched across your sullen eyes?
Because inside this house, behind these cold stone walls,
you can hide amongst the candlelight but you cannot hide your voice.
My god, the light casts an ugly shadow across these decaying walls.
And should I ask you, is that fear I see etched across your sullen eyes?
Because inside this house, behind these cold stone walls,
you can hide amongst the candlelight but you cannot hide your voice.
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