| I lie in bed at night
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| Terrified of tomorrows light
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| I fear the ghost under the bed
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| Imagining it’s shape
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| I let it seal my fate
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| I let it live inside my head
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| But shake it off I can’t, I won’t
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| Cause what would I write about if I don’t
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| Fear the fear inside my bones
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| I form a knot of stress
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| It is a god damn mess
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| I fear the rest in happiness
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| I place upon my chest
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| A rigid heaviness
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| So I may moan about it’s weight
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| But shake it off I can’t, I won’t
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| Cause what would I write about if I don’t
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| Shake it off I can’t, I won’t
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| Cause what would I write about
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| What would I write about
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| And what would I be about if I don’t fear the fear inside my bones |