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Look out the door, |
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That's what it's for |
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And tell me what do you see? |
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I do believe |
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That through the trees |
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There's something hiding from me |
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The window's wide |
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It climbs inside |
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But I don't hear it creeping |
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I know its plan |
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Because it can |
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It gets me while I'm sleeping |
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Oh, and it's happening again |
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It is laughing in the rain |
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When it gets me I will |
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Never be the same |
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Come out the dark |
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And join the march |
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And we'll taste victory, I know |
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And through the crowds |
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And bustling sounds |
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There's something waiting for me |
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It wears disguise |
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A faint surprise |
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Though I can see its yellow eyes |
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Oh, I can hear it as it comes |
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And it wants to taste my blood |
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We're already lost, my love |
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We'll never be the same |
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An open gate will close at eight |
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I'll bolt the door and pace the floor |
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I still believe |
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Behind the leaves |
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There's something waiting for me |
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A rising fear |
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Tells me it's near |
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And I'm about to be consumed |
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The monster looms |
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And soon I know I will be |
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Dead and gone |
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Oh, and it's happening again |
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And I do not like this pain |
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Now it's got me, |
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I will never be the same |
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You know I like to go |
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For familiar feelings |
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And when they show |
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They only grow |
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I can't hide their meanings |
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You know I like to go |
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For familiar feelings |
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And when they show |
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They only grow |
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I can't hide their meanings |