| It s everywehere i look
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| Fromage l’as Vegas to Richter hère
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| Under your dresser
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| Right by you ear
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| It s creeping In sweetly
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| It s definitely here
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| There s nothing more deadly
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| Than slow growing fear
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| Life was full and fruitful
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| And you could a take a real bite
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| The juive Well over
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| You skins delight
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| But the shadow it grows
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| And take the depth away
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| Leaving broken down pieces
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| To this pricipless ballet
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| The shallower it grows
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| The fainter we go
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| Did we build all those bridges
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| To watch them voluntarily
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| Of constant trust
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| The clock is ticking its last couple of tocks
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| And there won’t be a party with weathering frocks |