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silently approaching creeping through the night |
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shadows below the radar hide from unsuspecting light |
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you can't see it coming but you feel it near |
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the eminent destruction pulls you down into the fear |
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now the fight has just begun |
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the battle is not over |
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you're scared it's been won |
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find the enemy(silent) |
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lying in your bed |
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i can see the dark clouds looming up above the mand |
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picking up on the signals of connotations |
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i don't understand |
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they tell me things nightmares are made of |
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pictures straight from hell |
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try to put it all ina bag by wayside |
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but i know i will fail |
