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The Dark Side


Standing here, clothed in white

I'm innocent no reason to apologize

You sit there on your throne

Manipulating your servants of gold

 

Large ghostly eyes beneath a hood

Stand in the spot I once stood

Your hunters have their weapons raised

To shoot down the girl you now hate

 

A long time a go, we were allies

Now I'm the rebel and you're the king

I hope your happy and that you're satisfied

I'm the greatest regret you'll ever see

 

Your lord watched your every move

His force telling you what to do

The cackling of your followers chill me to the bone

Turning my heart and everyone I know to stone

 

I'll bide my time

One day you'll finally see

You might be able to fool everyone else

But your don fooling me

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