| Leaning on a blade of grass
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| Looking for support
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| I got my head in the lion’s mouth
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| I got my feet on thin ice
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| Oh that spells danger
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| Will I get compensation
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| When you break my soul
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| Will I get anxious
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| For a little affection
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| Oh I feel danger
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| I don’t want to cry too soon
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| Don’t want to sound the alarm
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| A lonely pedestrian
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| Walking in the night
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| And there’s no need to run
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| Cos I’m following behind
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| And I don’t want
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| I don’t want
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| I don’t want to misunderstand
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| Am I the prize
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| The laurel and the rose
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| Will you use me well
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| Or will I see hell
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| That’s the danger
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| I don’t want to cry too soon
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| Don’t want to sound the alarm
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| A lonely pedestrian
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| Walking in the night
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| And there’s no need to run
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| Cos I’m following behind
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| And I don’t want
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| I don’t want
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| I don’t want to misunderstand
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| But I feel there’s some danger
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| And I know that you’re the source
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| Well I could try to run
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| But I’m sure you’ve got the speed
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| And I can’t say
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| I can’t say
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| I can’t say I’d fight you to win
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| I don’t want to cry too soon
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| Don’t want to sound the alarm
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| But I feel there’s some danger
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| And I know that you’re the source
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| Well I could try to run
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| But I’m sure you’ve got the speed
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| And I can’t say
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| I can’t say
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| I can’t say I’d fight you to win
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| So I’ll just face the danger
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| I don’t want to cry too soon
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| Don’t want to sound the alarm
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| I don’t want to cry too soon
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| Don’t want to sound the alarm |