| You know that something’s out there
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| Just like those things under the bed
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| A fear you know when youger
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| Sometimens, made up in your head
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| But it ain’t no apparition
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| Won’t pull things down into the rug
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| You wish that you could wake up
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| But both pinch and the pin, they draw blod
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| (And) something moved, it’s out there
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| Someone knows you’re there
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| Your eyes are dead and broken
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| Fixed in a stare without a blink
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| You see but don’t believe it
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| Like a whino swearing off a drink
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| You live in fear for daybreak
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| Some warmth and comfort from the sun
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| All sense of time escapes you
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| 'Cause when you look up at the clock, it’s only one!
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| (And) something moved, it’s out there
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| Someone knows you’re there |