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Emma's in a part of town |
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where she doesn't recognize the streets |
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named for famous native sons |
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and out of every crevice comes creeping |
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a threat in her direction |
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Lucy's outside her home |
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heading towards her corner store |
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she stays on well-travelled paths |
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and is always making sure |
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that she doesn't develop patterns |
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There are trap lines |
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running up and down Main Street |
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wire snares thirsting for your neck and feet |
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Susan doesn't like the way her curtains |
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are blowing in the wind |
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She swears she locked that window |
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before she went out dancing |
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she stands frozen in her doorway |
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Judy hears a sound coming from the other room |
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she knows she should be alone |
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'cause the kids left at noon |
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to go visit their father |
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Quick to your phone dial 911 |
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invite a strange man into your home |
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who'll be carrying a gun |
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Leslie's working late |
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she's got a deadline to meet |
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In walks her boss, |
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upon her desk he puts his feet |
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and says alone at last |
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Reanne's got a new boyfriend |
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and they're getting along |
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until he locks the door and says don't struggle, |
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I'm stronger than you are. |
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Just one question I'm dying to ask, you said, |
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do you know what it's like to be hunted? |
