| Pretty, pretty on the fence,
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| In your pretty moment of innocence,
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| You do not see that I see inside,
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| The quiet heart you’re trying to hide.
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| Don’t hold your head too high,
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| Don’t be afraid to cry,
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| Because you know my dear, it’s only fear, it’s only fear,
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| Yes my dear,
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| Do you hear,
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| It’s only fear, only fear, it’s only fear,
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| Yes it’s only fear, only fear, it’s only fear,
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| Keeps you locked in here.
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| Now you may believe you are so bright,
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| And you may not see how they confine your sight,
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| And maybe you wake up late at night,
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| Wondering why you feel so tired,
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| Well my dear, let me tell you now,
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| Do you hear,
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| It’s only fear, only fear, it’s only fear,
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| Yes it’s only fear, only fear, it’s only fear,
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| Yes it’s only fear, only fear, it’s only fear,
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| That keeps you locked in here. |