| I am a man who walks alone
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| And when I'm walking a dark road
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| At night or strolling through the park
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| When the light begins to change
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| I sometimes feel a little strange
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| A little anxious when it's dark
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| Fear of the dark, fear of the dark
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| I have a constant fear that something's always near
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| Fear of the dark, fear of the dark
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| I have a phobia that someone's always there
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| Have you run your fingers down the wall
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| And have you felt your neck skin crawl
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| When you're searching for the light?
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| Sometimes when you're scared to take a look
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| At the corner of the room
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| You've sensed that something's watching you
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| Have you ever been alone at night
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| Thought you heard footsteps behind
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| And turned around and no one's there?
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| And as you quicken up your pace
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| You find it hard to look again
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| Because you're sure there's someone there
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| Watching horror films the night before
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| Debating witches and folklore
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| The unkown troubles on your mind
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| Maybe your mind is playing tricks
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| You sense and suddenly eyes fix
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| On dancing shadows from behind
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| Fear of the dark, fear of the dark
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| I have a constant fear that something's always near
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| Fear of the dark, fear of the dark
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| I have a phobia that someone's always there
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| When I'm walking a dark road
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| I am a man who walks alone |