| From the forest down below
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| Came a voice that cried «no»
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| Something seemed nearly dead
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| Making me feel so cold
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| Even the trees seemed to fear
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| There was something unreal
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| Couldn’t see very far
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| And the sky had gone dark
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| So we ran, yeah, as fast as we can
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| Only thought to get away
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| On and on we didn’t know where we’d gone
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| If it was night or day
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| «Come back», I can hear a voice call
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| I can feel it pulling me down
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| In my head it felt like something had said
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| You better slow down
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| But I tried so hard not to make a sound
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| Feeling better I turned round
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| And coming up behind me I could see…
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| Like shadows in the trees
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| They came creeping unknown
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| Keeping close through the ground
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| I can feel them tramp on
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| Saw the music they knew
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| We were somewhere close by
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| They began to crowd us in
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| Sinkin' deeper in pain |