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As the whirlwind sets |
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You will stand on the edge of the world |
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As the cold wind blows |
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You will slip through the air like a ghost |
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Fear sleeps in every corner, |
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Every darkened door, every sound |
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Quiet lies and hidden rhythm, |
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Silent repetitions going 'round |
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And you hide yourself away |
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So you don't have to run not anymore |
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And you hide yourself away |
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So you don't have to run not anymore |
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And you don't have anyone |
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But you don't have to run. |
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Eyes that seem to know |
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Follow you to the ledge of the world |
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Fear sleeps in every mind, |
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There are people long since left behind |
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Our lives are spent preoccupied, |
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Some will learn to hide it very well |
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And you hide yourself away |
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So you don't have to run not anymore |
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And you hide yourself away |
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So you don't have to run not anymore |
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And you don't have anyone |
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But you don't have to run. |
