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You know that something's out there |
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Just like those things under the bed |
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A fear you know when youger, |
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Sometimens, made up in your head. |
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But it aint no apparition, |
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Won't pull things down into the rug |
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You wish that you could wake up |
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But both pinch and the pin, they draw blod |
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(And) something moved, it's out there |
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Someone knows you're there |
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Your eyes are dead and broken |
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Fixed in a stare without a blink |
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You see but don't believe it |
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Like a whino swearing off a drink |
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You live in fear for daybreak |
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Some warmth and comfort from the sun |
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All sense of time escapes you |
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'Cause when you look up at the clock, it's only one! |
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(And) something moved, it's out there |
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Someone knows you're there |
