| Don’t get me caught up in the middle
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| Gotta live right
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| (You don’t know what I’ve seen)
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| I’ve seen you strung up like a scarecrow in the moonlight
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| (You don’t know what I know)
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| Oh lord, they took my name
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| They’ve got my name
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| Now I’m gone
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| Please, don’t you forget my face
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| You’re all I’ve got
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| Oh, I’m gone
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| (You don’t know how far)
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| We’ll drag you, white knuckled by the river on a cold night
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| (You don’t know just how cold)
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| We’ve gotten
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| Our hands are just icicles and dog bites
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| We’ll drag you off while you’re sleeping soundly on a black night
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| No, not me
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| I’m not like them
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| Not like them
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| I’m not that gone
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| Don’t you see we’re at your door?
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| Oh, the clouds are blacker than our pupils, darling
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| They are raining ink down on hills, trees and houses
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| When it’s black they’ll show up
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| When it’s all black they’ll show up
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| Once it’s black you’ll see the whites of my eyes
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| Come get my teeth
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| You don’t know where we’ve been
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| What we’ve seen, or who we are
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| You don’t know just what we’ll do
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| We’ve come for you
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| We’ve come for you |