| Heart pounds to the sound comin after me.
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| Step back. |
| what is that? |
| its a mystery.
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| Is it somethin? |
| probly nothin.
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| Still I find a way to scare myself
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| til I remember this all feels familiar,
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| And I know better.
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| They are only paper tigers followin me In the wild imagination of the make believe, oh.
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| And theres a fighter, a survivor arisin in me.
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| Im not afraid of paper tigers.
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| Night brings creepy things, and I hide away.
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| False fears disappear in the light of day. |
| (light of day)
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| The sun is risin; |
| Im realizin
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| The only thing to fear is fear itself.
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| Now I am certain that my beast of burden
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| Isnt worth the worry.
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| They are only paper tigers followin me In the wild imagination of the make believe, oh.
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| And theres a fighter, a survivor arisin in me.
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| Im not afraid of paper tigers. |
| oh (paper paper tigers) oh oh (oh oh)
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| They are only paper tigers followin me In the wild imagination of the make believe.
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| And theres a fighter, a survivor arisin in me.
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| Im not afraid of paper tigers.
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| (they are only paper tigers) followin me yeah
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| (in the wild imagination) oh, theyre only make believe, wow
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| Theres a fighter, a survivor arisin in me.
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| Im not afraid, and I wont run away from paper tigers.
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| Ooo ooo
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| Written by mark heimermann, wayne kirkpatrick |