| If they adorn themselves with crystals
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| to make them look sharp
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| Sleep with their hand on a pistol,
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| they’re afraid of the dark
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| Well if it wakes you,
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| which it has to be known to,
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| don’t be alarmed
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| Darkness can’t do you harm
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| Fear will hurt you
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| And outside, if wind is beating
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| a tree to a bed
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| Don’t fear that it might be meeting
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| some untimely end
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| They do what they’re supposed
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| to but they have been known
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| to stand strong and tall,
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| weather it all
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| Take what you can
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| Never give orders,
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| just to be obeyed
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| Never consider yourself or others
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| without knowing that you’ll change
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| It may not surprise you,
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| but pride has been known to
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| rise up a storm
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| Countless lives lost
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| at the hands of pride and I’ll fall
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| Who’ll weep for them? |
| Sometimes I do.
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| I do sometimes
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| Who weeps for them? |
| Sometimes I do.
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| I do sometimes
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| You can’t see it, it might be behind you
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| Keep those eyes wide
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| You can’t see it, it might be behind you
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| Keep those eyes wide
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| Don’t be impressed
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| by strong personalities
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| Sincere words
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| are rarely sickly sweet
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| But if they fool you,
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| which they have been known to
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| Don’t lose your sight,
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| know something’s not right
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| and look at the stars
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| Be weary of being
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| given a name
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| if for some reason
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| you’re not considered the same
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| Once they name you,
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| they have been known to
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| lock you in
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| Statistical sin
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| they’d rather ignore
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| Who’ll weep for them? |
| Sometimes I do.
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| I do sometimes
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| Who weeps for them? |
| Sometimes I do.
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| I do sometimes
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| You can’t see it, it might be behind you
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| Keep your eyes wide
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| You can’t see it, it might be behind you
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| Keep those eyes wide
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| Keep your eyes on the back of your mind |