| I walk through Camden town in the evening,
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| strolling silently and hardly breathing.
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| Footsteps behind me slightly quicker,
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| the corner of my eye a shadowy flicker.
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| I wonder if he’s after my soul again tonight.
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| Stops to whisper with the shadows but still keeps me in his sight.
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| I shout at passing strangers but they don’t seem aware,
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| don’t want to get involved in my spiritual affair.
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| Tonight my fears are growing worse and worse.
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| I feel him brewing up an evil curse.
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| I sense a chill creep up my spine
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| I want to scream but only whine
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| because I know it can’t be true
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| mind’s gone now legs it’s up to you.
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| I wonder if he’s after my soul again tonight.
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| Stops to whisper in the shadows but still keeps me in his sight.
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| I shout at passing strangers but they don’t seem aware,
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| don’t want to get involved in my spititual affair
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| I try to accept him as my partner.
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| He still makes cold his manic laughter.
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| But every time I try to turn around he throws my fears
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| and makes no sound he stirs them to the ground.
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| Acheing muscles, puff and pant I run.
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| To stagger home and hide behind my mum.
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| But even when I’m safely in my bed.
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| I know that he is waiting in my head.
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| I wonder if he’s after my soul again tonight.
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| Stops to whisper in the shadows but still keeps me in his sight.
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| I shout at passing strangers but they don’t seem aware,
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| don’t want to get involved in my spiritual affair. |