| All alone,
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| It was always there you see.
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| And even on my own,
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| It was always standing next to me.
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| I can see it coming from the edge of the room.
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| Creeping in the streetlight.
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| Holding my hand in the pale gloom.
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| Can you see it coming now?
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| AAaaAAhhh…
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| I think I’m breaking down again…
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| AAaaAAhhh…
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| I think I’m breaking down…
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| All alone,
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| Even when I was a child,
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| I’ve always known,
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| There was something to be frightened of.
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| And I can see it coming from the edge of the room.
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| Creeping in the streetlight.
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| Holding my hand in the pale gloom.
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| Can you see it coming now?
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| AAaaAAhhh…
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| I think I’m breaking down again…
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| AAaaAAhhh…
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| I think I’m breaking down…
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| All alone,
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| On the edge of sleep,
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| My old familiar friend
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| Comes and lies down next to me.
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| And I can see it coming from the edge of the room.
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| Smiling in the streetlight.
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| Even with my eyes shut tight,
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| I still see it coming now.
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| AAaaAAhhh…
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| I think I’m breaking down again…
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| AAaaAAhhh…
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| I think I’m breaking down again…
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| AAaaAAhhh…
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| I think I’m breaking down again…
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| AAaaAAhhh…
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| I think I’m breaking down… |