| I’m fuckin walkin
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| I’m fuckin walkin out in the moon light
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| After midnight searching for you
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| Out After midnight searchin lerkin hurtin howlin
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| At the fuckin moon I watch the neighbors closing curtains turning
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| Out the porch lights and I don’t even know why
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| On a stroll all alony like nobodies gonna die
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| I’m just looking for the answers to the questions that im asking
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| More lost then when I started darted
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| This means that time is passing barely grasping
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| To the moment and irrational thoughts
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| And this prescription in my pocket got me feeling distraught
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| Its just a matter of time I feel my brain is growing vacant
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| What the fuck is going on I’m like an old timers patient
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| And this situation it seems like deja vu
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| I wish I had an explanation and I pray I knew
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| How I got to where I’m going what I’m trying to find
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| Looking for my sanity but I lost my fuckin mind
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| No where to be found I think I need some fuckin help
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| Walking after midnight and I’m searching for myself
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| I’m fucking walking (fucking walking)
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| Out in the moonlight (through the darkness)
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| After midnight (hay)
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| Searching for you (I'm trying to find you)
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| Right foot over left
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| Left foot over right
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| I let my dog out to piss in the middle of the night
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| In my backyard illuminated by the moonlight
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| Was a women in the haze and from the back she’s looking tight
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| Worry not he don’t bite but why are you in my yard miss
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| She waved me on to fallow and then ran into the darkness
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| All I had on were slippers still a gave a chase
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| Fallowing an angle and I have yet to see her face
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| With ease she passes through trees her gown blows in the breeze
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| I’m slapping though puddles and scratching up my knees
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| Please tell me your name and where the hell where headed
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| To the cemetery where the answers are imbedded on her tombstone
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| She’s home
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| She stopped running
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| I finally caught up and was about to ask something
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| When she turned around a demon
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| A snake for a tongue
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| And it bite me food for the dead I’ve become
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| I’m fucking walking (fucking walking)
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| Out in the moonlight (through the darkness)
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| After midnight (hay)
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| Searching for you (I'm trying to find you)
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| What’s ding-a-linging nothing in my drawer
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| Chasing after that dragon but not the hara boy
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| Its big and shinny and dripping with blood
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| Why’d I do
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| Because I said that I could
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| Now my only problem I’m looking for that tool
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| When I hit him with it all I seen was dripping n drool
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| But I put it somewhere
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| Where
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| We can all guess
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| The simple fact is I blacked out and slit her neck
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| Back to the problem at hand
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| Memories of motherf**ker wit him looking for that murder weapon
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| If I had recollection I wouldn’t have to sweat police
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| Now my drawers are open sweating trying to find this piece
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| I cant miss it if I see it wooden handle shinny edge
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| shredding it every angle as if I jump off a league
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| Picking through the leaves digging through the dirt
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| Hiding every breath I’m talking I’m gonna make this shit work
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| I’m fucking walking (fucking walking)
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| Out in the moonlight (through the darkness)
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| After midnight (hay)
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| Searching for you (I'm trying to find you) |