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I can almost hear |
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your heart in the darkness, |
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how fast it is beating, |
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how close you are to me. |
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I can almost hear |
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how intensely you are breathing, |
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out there in the darkness |
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listening for me. |
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I can almost sense |
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your skin on my fingers, |
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the tension and the fear, |
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anticipating me. |
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I can almost see you |
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somewhere in the darkness, |
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praying for advantage, |
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clinging to a chance. |
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Just another waveless, |
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it is my single purpose. |
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Relentless the pursuit, |
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I will find you where you hide. |
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Counting on your indecision, |
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deciding when to strike. |
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Calculating movement |
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the senses of the chase. |
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The game of chance begins, |
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the pieces moved in place, |
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your advantage growing slimmer, |
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your options growing thin. |
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The hunt is what defines us. |
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Imminent defeat. |
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The back of your shirt soaking, |
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clear all you can feel. |
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One of us the hunter, |
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one of use the pray. |
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One of us the victor, |
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the one to walk away. |
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One is left remaining, |
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one of us who stands. |
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One will lie defeated |
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beneath the other's hands. |
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When the dust has settled |
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only one of us will see |
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which of us was worthy, |
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which of us was weak. |
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And when this night is over |
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only one of us will say |
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which of us the victor |
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and which of us the pray. |
