| Twig crack
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| I coulda sworn I felt breath on my neck
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| It could be paranoia, or best yet
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| A couple hands to hold, yeah
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| And footsteps
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| No, don’t like it
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| Whispers
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| Is it the wind with no one to listen?
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| Or is it him behind me with blisters
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| All on his hands from knives in the kitchen
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| Bet he missed this
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| «Don't be scared»
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| «Nobody can find us here,» he says, «my dear»
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| I don’t care
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| Crawling miles through the woods, for you I would
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| I can’t put up barriers the way that I’m used to
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| Tells me I could leave he knows, but I’d never choose to
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| Do I dare chase the Devil down?
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| I’m hooked, on you, the woods
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| I couldn’t leave it, that letter in blood
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| I saw it by the staircase buried under dust
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| I rip it open, read it and how could I go
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| His invitation, four AM, he knows I’ll show
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| I better go, don’t wanna be late
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| For what could be magic makes it retake more of me
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| I’ll give him everything
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| Savior, sin and safeguard
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| «Don't be scared»
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| «Nobody can find us here,» he says, «my dear»
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| I don’t care
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| Crawling miles through the woods, for you I would
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| I can’t put up barriers the way that I’m used to
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| Tells me I could leave he knows, but I’d never choose to
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| Do I dare chase the Devil down?
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| I’m hooked, on you, the woods |