| If there’s nothing in the darkness
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| Then why do you lie awake?
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| Something in the shadows
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| Is keeping you from sleep
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| What are you afraid of?
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| Hiding in the night
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| Haunting figures appear
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| In the corner of your eye
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| Is death waiting to lash out
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| Or a ghost behind the breeze
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| A devil in the cornfield
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| Or the beast among the trees
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| Are those wretched raving ravens
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| All harbringers of your doom
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| Is the black cat crossing your path
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| A prelude to your tomb
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| The sun falls like a guillotine
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| The dark comes alive with unsavory beings
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| Lock the door
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| And run and hide
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| And hold your breath
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| And you just might
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| Survive the night
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| Your safety’s false
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| Your logic’s skewed
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| Now your complacent
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| Point of view
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| Will be the true death of you
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| Are there creaks in the floorboards
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| When you’re alone in the room?
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| Are there footsteps in the attic
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| With each rising of the moon?
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| Strange sounds in the distance
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| Whatever could they be?
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| You’re powerless to the deadly
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| Foul things lurking unseen
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| The sun falls like a guillotine
|
| The dark comes alive with unsavory beings
|
| Lock the door
|
| And run and hide
|
| And hold your breath
|
| And you just might
|
| Survive the night
|
| Your safety’s false
|
| Your logic’s skewed
|
| Now your complacent
|
| Point of view
|
| Will be the true death of you
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| Chattering teeth and rattling bones
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| Out in the blackness your nightmares grow
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| Dreadful thoughts make your blood run cold
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| The witching hour has taken hold
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| Deep in the bleak recess of your soul
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| Is where the terror makes its home
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| If there’s nothing in the darkness
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| Then why do you lie awake
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| Something in the shadows
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| Is keeping you from sleep |