| Out on the streets I’m stalking the night
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| I can hear my heavy breathing
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| Paid for the kill, but it doesn’t seem right
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| Something there I can’t believe in
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| Voices are calling from inside my head
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| I can hear them, I can hear them
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| Vanishing memories of things that were said
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| They can’t try to hurt me now
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| But a shot in the dark
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| One step away from you
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| Shot in the dark
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| Always creeping up on you
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| All right
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| Taught by the powers that preach over me
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| I can hear their empty reasons
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| I wouldn’t listen, I learned how to fight
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| I opened up my mind to treason
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| But just like the wounded, and when it’s too late
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| They remember, they surrender
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| Never a care for the people who hate
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| Underestimate me now
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| But a shot in the dark
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| One step away from you
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| Shot in the dark
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| Not a thing that you can do
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| A shot in the dark
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| Always creeping up on you
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| All right
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| But just like the wounded, and when it’s too late
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| They remember, they surrender
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| Never a care for the people who hate
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| Underestimate me now
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| But a shot in the dark
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| One step away from you
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| Shot in the dark
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| Not a thing that you can do
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| A shot in the dark
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| Always creeping up on you
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| All right
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| Just a shot in the dark
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| Just a shot in the dark
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| Just a shot in the dark
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| Just a shot in the dark |