| I don’t want to face the killer instinct
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| Face it in you or me
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| We carry a sensitive cargo
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| Below the waterline
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| Ticking like a time bomb
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| With a primitive design
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| Behind the finer feelings
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| This civilized veneer
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| The heart of a lonely hunter
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| Guards a dangerous frontier
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| The balance can sometimes fail
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| Strong emotions can tip the scale
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| Don’t want to silence a desperate voice
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| For the sake of security
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| No one wants to make a terrible choice
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| On the price of being free
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| I don’t want to face the killer instinct
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| Face it in you or me
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| So we keep it under lock and key
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| It’s not a matter of mercy
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| It’s not a matter of laws
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| Plenty of people will kill you
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| For some fanatical cause
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| It’s not a matter of conscience
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| A search for probable cause
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| It’s just a matter of instinct
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| A matter of fatal flaws
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| No reward for resistance
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| No assistance, no applause
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| I don’t want to face the killer instinct
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| Face it in you or me
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| So we keep it under lock and key
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| I don’t want to face the killer instinct
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| Face it in you or me
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| So we keep it under lock and key
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| Lock and key
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| Don’t want to silence a desperate voice
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| For the sake of security
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| No one wants to make a terrible choice
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| On the price of being free
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| I don’t want to face the killer instinct
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| Face it in you or me
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| So we keep it under lock and key
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| We don’t want to be victims
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| On that we all agree
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| So we lock up the killer instinct
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| And throw away the key |