| I look up to the sky
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| The wind plays with my hair
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| And tells me beware
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| I turn and wonder why
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| There are no birds in the air
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| Something is there
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| Tonight…
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| I wonder if I should run away
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| What charm or spell would matter?
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| I hope to find a way, to make it through
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| A word that clouds can scatter
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| Dark veils are gliding
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| No there’s no time to stare
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| You’d better go inside and hide between the sheets
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| You all can feel it
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| There’s something in the air
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| It’s magic on the streets
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| Tonight there are wicked voices, whispering my name
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| They are now weighing all the choices I took in this game
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| Tonight you should run away
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| Tonight…
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| I’m waiting, the moon is frozen still
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| My heart is beating fast
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| I’ll crawl under my bed, to stay unseen
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| I’m hoping this won’t last
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| Tonight there are wicked voices, whispering my name
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| They are now weighing all the choices I took in this game
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| Tonight you should run away
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| Tonight…
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| Tonight you should run away
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| Tonight… |