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A feeling, a presence, |
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Time is of the essence, |
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A fear that you'll be left alone. |
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A warning, a presage, |
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Delivery of a message, |
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It's all there in the unknown. |
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Alerting, averting |
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It's all disconcerting, |
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Shots ring out from afar. |
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Swerving, observing, |
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The sound is a piercing screech |
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Of a speeding car. |
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It's your final journey! |
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Destination unknown... |
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On your final journey |
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You'll be travelling alone! |
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A pitching and rolling, |
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Sensation controlling, |
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You strike while the iron's aglow. |
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Sensing the danger, |
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One look from a stranger |
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Just passing somehow you know. |
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Urgent, urgent, |
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Somehow it's all converging, |
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Your instincts tell you to run |
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Away from the blackness, |
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The fear and the madness, |
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Onwards into the sun. |