Lyrics Watching from the Shadows - Skinshape
Sudden
silent
They've
come
to
kill
Playing
those
crafty
games
Pretending
to
be
your
friend
I
ain't
one
to
play,
for
the
life
of
me
I
won't
bow
to
them
For
the
matter
of
nobody
Fickle
friends
in
society
Broken
jeans
are
made
into
reality
I
prefer
to
stay,
at
the
back
of
the
room
Watching
from
the
shadows
Waiting
for
the
right
time
Watching
from
the
shadows
Waiting
for
the
right
time
Watching
from
the
shadows
Waiting
for
the
right
time
Watching
from
the
shadows
Waiting
for
the
right
time
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