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Only for a second do they freeze |
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It's too easy to do it up here |
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Just a gentle push |
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And you'd be over the edge |
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So they let you slip in and out of sight |
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There is no moon |
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There is no breeze |
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And this won't turn out |
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The way you please |
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This place has been crossed many times |
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Never was there cause for worry |
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But there's creatures living here now |
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Who pray on anything that moves |
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There is no moon |
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There is no breeze |
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And this won't turn out |
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The way you please |
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Stop and strain your ears |
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It's scarcely more than a whisper |
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Still the word is out |
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You shoot to attention |
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Recognition is immediate |
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Answering is an instinctive reaction |
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There is no moon |
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There is no breeze |
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And this won't turn out |
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The way you please ' |
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Cause no matter what was said |
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You know you're dead |