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Stop by your nightmare |
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On a dark road today |
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Such a wind through his white hair |
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Such a grin on in his face |
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His eyes where like distance and he bore into mine |
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They shown and they glisten like they drive me blind |
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Then he stood there before me and he cried out in pain |
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You think you can ignore me, you think you'll get away |
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Ready or not, it's like total paranoia |
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Anything you say he can't twist his way |
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It's really too much, it's like total paranoia |
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Anyway you go he is sure to know |
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He said, "Stop please and listen, can we try to be friends?" |
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Why is it always so twisted but he cried out again |
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You can stand to remember, you can stand to forget |
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You won't lift the finger for the storm of regret |
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Ready or not, it's like total paranoia |
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You know how to pray but he won't go away |
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It's really too much, it's like total paranoia |
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Close your eyes he'll be there all night |
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Close your eyes he'll be there all night |
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He'll be there all night |
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He'll be there all night |
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He'll be there all night |
