| Slips on his sneakers and slides down the stairs
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| Out into the moonlight and the cold night air
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| As he glides through the darkness
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| He leaves no trace
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| A spectre in the night a man with no face
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| He’s a sad gambler
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| He’s that midnight rambler
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| He’s a sad man, and he’s a bad man
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| He’s a creeper
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| Slinking in the shadows and hiding in the park
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| Silent velvet temple so still an so dark
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| He’ll perform this wicked ritual again and again
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| Nothin' short of murder will ease this pain
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| He’s an all day sleeper
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| He’s a midnight creeper
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| He’s a sad man, such a bad man
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| Creeper
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| He’s a sad man, he’s such a bad man
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| He’s a creeper
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| 07. Man About Town
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| Now the bloods been spilt
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| We must make our pact
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| Declare ourselves for who we are
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| That’s a cold hard fact
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| Eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth
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| That’s the game we play
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| Step on me, and I’ll step all over you
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| It’s always gonna be that way
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| Don’t push your luck
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| It’s a long way down
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| Now you’re dealing with
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| The man in this town
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| I’m a king without a crown, I wont sit down
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| You can’t pull me down, I’m the man in this town
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| Now the stage is set. |
| Now it’s time to act
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| I gotta know who I’m standing with
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| And if ya gonna watch my back
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| Are you staunch when the shit hits the fan?
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| Or are you running away
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| Do I depend on you my friend?
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| So I live to fight another day
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| Don’t push your luck
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| You won’t face me down
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| I’m the king of these streets, I’m the king of this town
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| I’m the man about town
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| Yeah I ain’t foolin' around
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| You won’t pull me down
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| I’m the man about town
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| Kindness and weakness
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| A friend of mine used to say
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| It’s a lesson that’s worth learning
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| It might save your life today
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| Don’t push your luck
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| It' a long way down
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| I’m the king of these streets, I’m the king of this town
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| I’m the man about town
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| You won’t put me down
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| I’m the man about town
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| Each life he takes can never be the last
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| Christian forgiveness slipping from his grasp
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| From a life of desperate carnage, there is no escape
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| The freedom he craves never more than a taste
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| He’s a sad gambler
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| He’s that midnight rambler
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| He’s an all day sleeper
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| He’s that midnight creeper
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| He’s a sad man, such a bad man
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| He’s the midnight creeper |