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Things crawl in the darkness |
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That imagination spins |
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Needles at your nerve ends |
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Crawl like spiders on your skin |
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Pounding in your temples |
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And a surge of adrenaline |
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Every muscle tense |
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To fence |
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The enemy within |
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I'm not giving in |
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To security under pressure |
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I'm not missing out |
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On the promise of adventure |
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I'm not giving up |
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On implausible dreams |
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Experience to extremes |
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Experience too extreme |
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Suspicious-looking stranger |
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Flashes you a dangerous grin |
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Shadows across your window |
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Was it only trees in the wind? |
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Every breath a static charge |
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A tongue that tastes like tin |
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Steely-eyed outside |
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To hide |
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The enemy within |
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To you, is it movement or is it action? |
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Is it contact or just reaction? |
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And you, revolution or just resistance? |
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Is it living, or just existence? |
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Yeah, you! It takes a little more persistence |
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To get up and go the distance |
