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If its the cold black night |
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That's eating up your heart |
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The cold damp sweat |
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Keep you and sleep apart |
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The ticking clock |
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Just watching on the table |
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The wind that howls |
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As much as it is able |
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Then worry baby worry |
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There's a reason for you to |
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There's a silent, deadly message |
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In the wind that's meant for you |
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And the sleeping streets |
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Have closed their tired eyes |
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The fear that creeps |
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Will move & slowly rise |
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Your beating heart |
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Will hammer at your breast |
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Your aching brain |
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Will cry aloud for rest |
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Worry baby worry |
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There's a reason for you to |
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There's a silent, deadly message |
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In the wind that's meant for you |
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Worry baby worry |
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There's a reason for you to |
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There's a silent, deadly message |
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In the wind that's meant for you |