| Your heart’s beating faster, your blood runs cold
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| You’re haunted by visions, of the stories they told
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| There’s a masked assailant, and he’s out for you!
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| When you hear him coming, what you gonna do?
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| X triple I
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| Friday night!
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| The sound of chains, the gleam of the blade
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| Run for your life!
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| X triple I
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| Time to die!
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| He’s in your mind, he’s creeping up behind
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| There’s nowhere to hide, on a Friday night!
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| You can feel the tension, building up inside
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| By the cover of darkness, as the campfire dies!
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| He’s moving through the shadows — He can smell your fear
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| You won’t know he’s coming, 'till he’s there
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| X triple I
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| Friday night!
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| The sound of chains, the gleam of the blade
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| Run for your life!
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| X triple I
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| Time to die!
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| He’s in your mind, he’s creeping up behind
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| There’s nowhere to hide, on a Friday night!
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| X triple I
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| Friday night!
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| The sound of chains, the gleam of the blade
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| Run for your life!
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| X triple I
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| Time to die!
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| He’s in your mind, he’s creeping up behind
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| There’s nowhere to hide, on a Friday night!
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| X triple I
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| Time to die!
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| X triple I
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| There’s nowhere to run, nowhere to hide
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| X triple I
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| On a Friday night! |