| Well it was dark at midnight
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| There was hardly any moon
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| And no one really saw much
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| No one was really sure
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| But something didn’t seem right
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| Something was kinda queer
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| A roar turned into whispers
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| Everyone stood there
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| As the sound split the night
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| They ran hiding from the light
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| Like strangers in the night
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| Like strangers in the night
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| Well I didn’t see no shotgun
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| I didn’t see no knife
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| But I saw this crazy black guy
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| With the demon in his eye
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| And I heard him say white man
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| I’ve seen that silver cue
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| You don’t remember me well
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| But I remember you
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| As the sound split the night
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| They ran hiding from the light
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| Like strangers in the night
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| Like strangers in the night
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| Well the knife just left his fingers
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| As the black guy took his aim
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| White guy’s head exploded
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| The black guy howled in pain
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| Then everybody scattered
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| I heard some woman scream
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| God damn you old black bastard
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| You’ve blown away my dreams
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| As the sound split the night
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| They ran hiding from the light
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| Like strangers in the night
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| Like strangers in the night |