| Contemplate, until your bruises fade
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| Be proud of the new skin that you’ve made
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| When you’re ready, no need to rush
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| Hide forever in my silver sage brush
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| Really, rarely, roller coaster
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| Pretty face, paper bag plain
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| Lean in just a, little closer
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| Hear my whisper, learn my name
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| Unmasked, slobbering, like an old dog
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| Come on, don’t keep us waiting!
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| Walk through the wall
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| One day you’ll meet in the oldest of bars
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| The opening gambit, the strangest you’ve heard so far
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| Watch out for the weirdos, they’re a dozen a dime
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| Lock all your doors, lock all your windows tonight
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| You ain’t foolin' anybody
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| Looking gross, highlighter green
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| A wrap sheet a mile long
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| And all you’ve done wrong
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| Too bad your liver’s fading
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| Now die like a dog!
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| One day you’ll meet in the oldest of bars
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| The opening gambit, the strangest you’ve heard so far
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| Watch out for the weirdos, they’re a dozen a dime
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| So lock all your doors
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| I know I’ve seen you a thousand times
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| Give myself away by the glare that’s in my eye
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| Watch out for the weirdos, they’re a dozen a dime
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| Lock all your doors, lock all your windows tonight
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| They give themselves away
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| It’s the glint
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| It’s in his eye
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| It’s the glint
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| It’s don’t let him lie |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Talking Stalker , by - He Is Legend. Song from the album White Bat, in the genre Пост-хардкор