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[Verse 1: Cedric Bixler-Zavala] |
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Four AM and I hear that cry |
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Look through the curtain but no sign of life |
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She stumbles longing over |
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All the secrets she hides |
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And suddenly sweeps it all under the rug |
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How many times times have I heard that sound? |
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The hair on the back of my neck stands tall |
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Everybody slowly starts closing the blinds |
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Am I the only one who can recognize? |
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[Pre-Chorus: Cedric Bixler-Zavala] |
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I hope I never become him |
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Stuck behind the morning light |
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I've had enough to defy me [?], yeah |
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[Chorus: Cedric Bixler-Zavala] |
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Watching, waiting |
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Black and white surveillance |
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I hope that nothing's going wrong |
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I hope that nothing's going wrong |
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[Verse 2: Cedric Bixler-Zavala] |
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And when he sees me look him eye-to-eye |
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On the only off-hand chance that he strikes |
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A pantomime motion where I am |
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Miscast a play in the antemasque |
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[Pre-Chorus] |
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[Chorus x2] |
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[Bridge] |
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Sharp shock |
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Yeah I'm gonna put on |
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Never looking back |
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Never looking back |
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Sharp shock |
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Yeah I'm gonna put on |
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Never looking back |
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Never looking back |
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Sharp shadow |
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Break that mirror |
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Never looking back |
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I'm never looking back |
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Yeah I'm never looking back |
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[Chorus x2] |
