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In the darkness |
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I can feel it coming over me |
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Slowly |
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I resisted |
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but my self defense |
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is low right now |
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I'm breaking down |
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Whooa-o-o |
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There's a body on the floor |
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And the crazies, the crazies |
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are coming to life |
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Whooa-o-o |
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I can't take it anymore |
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'Cause they're crazy, they're crazy |
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But maybe they're right |
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All the prophets |
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all the presidents |
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and all the thieves |
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Crazies |
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All the ashes |
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I can feel them falling down |
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like leaves |
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Cover me |
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Maybe if I open my eyes |
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I see them |
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Maybe if loose my disguise |
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I'll be them |
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Whooa-o-o |
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There's a body on the floor |
|
And the crazies, the crazies |
|
are coming to life |
|
Whooa-o-o |
|
I can't take it anymore |
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'Cause they're crazy, they're crazy |
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But maybe they're right |
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Now it seems |
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that there's nobody left |
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And my dreams |
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are beating me to death |
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But I wont be alone |
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if I can take them back |
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Whooa-o-o |
|
There's a body on the floor |
|
And the crazies, the crazies |
|
are coming to life |
|
Whooa-o-o |
|
I can't take it anymore |
|
'Cause they're crazy, they're crazy |
|
But maybe they're right |
|
Whooa-o-o |
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Shut the windows and the doors |
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'Cause they're crazy, they're crazy |
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But maybe they're right |
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Whooa-o-o |
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They're coming to life |
|
Whooa-o-o |
|
Maybe they're right |
|
Whooa-o-o |
|
They're coming to life |
|
Whooa-o-o |
|
Maybe they're right |
