Songtexte Shadows - Demis Roussos
                                                Shadows 
                                                of 
                                                    a 
                                                thousand 
                                                faces 
                                                keep 
                                                on 
                                                turning 
                                                in 
                                                your 
                                                mind
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                forgotten 
                                                names 
                                                and 
                                                places 
                                                never 
                                                really 
                                                left 
                                                behind
 
                                    
                                
                                                Is 
                                                it 
                                                your 
                                                imagination 
                                                seeking 
                                                shelter 
                                                from 
                                                the 
                                                rain
 
                                    
                                
                                                Or 
                                                    a 
                                                lonesome 
                                                conversation 
                                                once 
                                                again?
 
                                    
                                
                                                Shadows 
                                                never 
                                                point 
                                                    a 
                                                finger 
                                                at 
                                                the 
                                                things 
                                                you 
                                                say 
                                                or 
                                                do
 
                                    
                                
                                                Silently 
                                                they 
                                                seem 
                                                to 
                                                linger 
                                                any 
                                                way 
                                                you 
                                                may 
                                                run 
                                                to
 
                                    
                                
                                                Sharing 
                                                every 
                                                joy 
                                                or 
                                                torment, 
                                                every 
                                                laughter 
                                                or 
                                                despair
 
                                    
                                
                                                Facing 
                                                you 
                                                at 
                                                any 
                                                moment 
                                                if 
                                                you 
                                                dare
 
                                    
                                
                                                Gentle 
                                                hearts 
                                                at 
                                                once 
                                                surrender 
                                                what 
                                                you 
                                                didn′t 
                                                understand
 
                                    
                                
                                                Conquest 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                night 
                                                that's 
                                                ended 
                                                holding 
                                                you 
                                                with 
                                                trembling 
                                                hands
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                    a 
                                                book 
                                                    a 
                                                fall 
                                                leaf-clover 
                                                marks 
                                                the 
                                                days 
                                                spent 
                                                alone
 
                                    
                                
                                                Till 
                                                she 
                                                found 
                                                that 
                                                it 
                                                was 
                                                over 
                                                long 
                                                ago
 
                                    
                                
                                                Little 
                                                things 
                                                have 
                                                lost 
                                                thier 
                                                meaning 
                                                leaving 
                                                only 
                                                emptiness
 
                                    
                                
                                                Tender 
                                                words 
                                                and 
                                                simple 
                                                feelings 
                                                never 
                                                eased 
                                                your 
                                                angried 
                                                hands
 
                                    
                                
                                                Yesterdays 
                                                remain 
                                                so 
                                                certain 
                                                and 
                                                tomorrow′s 
                                                round 
                                                the 
                                                bend
 
                                    
                                
                                                Can 
                                                you 
                                                read 
                                                the 
                                                line 
                                                that 
                                                darkens 
                                                on 
                                                your 
                                                hand?
 
                                    
                                
                                                Both 
                                                ends 
                                                of 
                                                    a 
                                                candle 
                                                burning 
                                                shine 
                                                so 
                                                brightly 
                                                for 
                                                    a 
                                                while
 
                                    
                                
                                                Wrinkles 
                                                of 
                                                life 
                                                reflecting 
                                                in 
                                                your 
                                                smile
 
                                    
                                
                                                Shadows 
                                                never 
                                                point 
                                                    a 
                                                finger 
                                                at 
                                                the 
                                                things 
                                                you 
                                                say 
                                                or 
                                                do
 
                                    
                                
                                                Silently 
                                                they 
                                                seem 
                                                to 
                                                linger 
                                                any 
                                                way 
                                                you 
                                                may 
                                                run 
                                                to
 
                                    
                                
                                                Sharing 
                                                every 
                                                joy 
                                                or 
                                                torment, 
                                                every 
                                                laughter 
                                                or 
                                                despair
 
                                    
                                
                                                Facing 
                                                you 
                                                at 
                                                any 
                                                moment 
                                                if 
                                                you 
                                                dare
 
                                    
                                
                                                Facing 
                                                you 
                                                at 
                                                any 
                                                moment 
                                                if 
                                                you 
                                                dare
 
                                    
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