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There's an old man living in the back of your woods tonight |
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You forgot he was even there, but you've never slipped his mind |
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Hes living off of scraps of you you never knew you left behind |
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And as the sun goes down, he rises with a smile |
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Hes waiting on the night to fall |
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The old mans coming to call |
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You don't see the writing on the wall |
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Hell never step out in the light |
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No, hes just biding time |
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And while you slumber, hes gonna come and take it all |
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Hes waiting on the night to fall |
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Hes waiting on the night to fall |
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He knows you have the answers, but Truth lies dusty on your shelf |
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And the sword that you could slay him with has become an ornament and nothing else |
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You could put him back down in his hole in the ground, but he knows you never will |
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Hes been around so long you got used to the smell |
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He knows hell never have your soul |
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But he will gladly rob you blind |
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While you're feasting at his table, hell tie your hands and numb your mind |
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Hell take you farther than you wanna go |
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Hell keep you longer than you wanna stay |
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And it will cost you more than you ever thought you'd pay |
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Hes waiting on the night |
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Hes waiting on the night to fall |
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The old mans coming to call |
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But you don't see, you don't see the writing on the wall |
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Hes waiting on the night |
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Hes waiting on the night to fall |
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Hes waiting on the night to fall |
