| Tiptoe in the middle of the tulips
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| Run and hide, don’t forget to say your prayers
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| Tiptoe in the middle of the tulips
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| In despair, nearly terrifying affairs
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| Let it be known, I’m finally grown
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| To head on these things I would have never approached alone
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| Is it the sharp teeth that make me rethink
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| My strategy rapidly in unhappy catastrophe?
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| There ain’t no monkey business
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| Am I sane or do I choke with sickness?
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| These halls of insanity, mental or reality?
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| You’re gone, the past is spent and done
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| No changing mistakes, undone with only one way out
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| I serve my lady, devout
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| Heard a breath in the night
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| Turning left and then right
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| A surge of adrenaline
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| Get ready for fight or flight
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| A rush of blood to the head
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| Keep hush and rush to the end
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| Don’t let it ruffle your feathers
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| Unless you’re up for being dead
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| Tiptoe in the middle of the tulips
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| Sweat and blood but don’t worry 'bout the tears
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| Tiptoe in the middle of the tulips
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| Time runs out, now to brave your fears
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| Tiptoe in the middle of the tulips
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| Run and hide, don’t forget to say your prayers
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| Tiptoe in the middle of the tulips
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| In despair, nearly terrifying affairs
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| Everything happening is so quick, hear the cackling?
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| Go from normal to portal, can’t tell the ghost from a mortal
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| I keep my tunnel vision from the watcher’s mad delusion
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| Stalking me, watching me, every part of me, guaranteed
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| I’ve had a bad day, couldn’t get away from the girl
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| What girl? |
| Who wanted to play
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| Woulda, coulda played here but I saw the grin disappear
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| Whispering pain so severe, I run from the Devil, dear
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| Never been so scared in years
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| But the lady, I hope, will lead me to the winning slope
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| You better never stop running
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| You bet they’ll never stop coming
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| Never ending terrorists, nasty
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| Never giving up like a sick Rick Astley
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| Pick a direction, quicken your steps
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| Whatever you pick, do it fastly
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| Vastly outnumbered by soul shards
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| It’s so hard but show heart
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| Tiptoe in the middle of the tulips
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| Sweat and blood but don’t worry 'bout the tears
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| Tiptoe in the middle of the tulips
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| Time runs out, now to brave your fears
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| Tiptoe in the middle of the tulips
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| Run and hide, don’t forget to say your prayers
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| Tiptoe in the middle of the tulips
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| In despair, nearly terrifying affairs
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| Gotta tiptoe
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| Among the dead so
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| Take a step and find the pieces to your escape though
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| Gotta tiptoe
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| Among the dead so
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| Take a step and find the pieces to your escape though
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| Tiptoe in the middle of the tulips
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| Run and hide, don’t forget to say your prayers
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| Tiptoe in the middle of the tulips
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| In despair, nearly terrifying affairs
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| Tiptoe in the middle of the tulips
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| Sweat and blood but don’t worry 'bout the tears
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| Tiptoe in the middle of the tulips
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| Time runs out, now to brave your fears
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| Tiptoe in the middle of the tulips
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| Run and hide, don’t forget to say your prayers
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| Tiptoe in the middle of the tulips
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| In despair, nearly terrifying affairs |