| Four AM and I hear that cry
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| Look through the curtain but no sign of life
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| She stumbles longing over
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| All the secrets she hides
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| And silently sweeps it all under the rug
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| How many times have I heard that sound?
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| The hair on the back of my neck stands tall
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| Everybody slowly starts closing the blinds
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| Am I the only one who can recognize?
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| I hope I never become him
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| Stuck behind the morning light
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| I’m held in uncertain bondage, yeah
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| Watching, waiting
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| Black and white surveillance
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| I hope that nothing’s going wrong
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| I hope that nothing’s going wrong
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| And when he sees me look him eye-to-eye
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| Only on the off-hand chance that he strikes
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| A pantomime motion where I am
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| Miscast to play in the antemasque
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| I hope I never become him
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| Stuck behind the morning light
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| I’m held in uncertain bondage, yeah
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| Watching, waiting
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| Black and white surveillance
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| I hope that nothing’s going wrong
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| I hope that nothing’s going
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| Watching, waiting
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| Black and white surveillance
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| I hope that nothing’s going wrong
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| I hope that nothing’s going wrong
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| Sharp shock
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| Yeah I’m gonna put up
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| Never looking back
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| I’m never looking back
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| Sharp shock
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| Yeah I’m gonna put up
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| Never looking back
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| I’m ever looking back
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| Sharp shadow
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| Break that mirror
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| Never looking back
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| I’m never looking back
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| Yeah I’m never looking back
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| Watching, waiting
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| Black and white surveillance
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| I hope that nothing’s going wrong
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| I hope that nothing’s going
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| Watching, waiting
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| Black and white surveillance
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| I hope that nothing’s going wrong
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| I hope that nothing’s going wrong |