| Whether running to it
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| Or from it they come
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| Fall down to their knees
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| And stare at the sun
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| Some pray for relief
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| From a heartless master
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| While others design
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| Manufactured disaster
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| And I can’t help but thinking
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| I need to change my head
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| Not coming back anymore
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| The black lights they are blinding me
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| Not coming back anymore
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| Black light fever got a hold on me
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| When the sun gets to sinking
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| Cooler heads prevail
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| That song they’re playing
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| Old melody
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| Creeping closer and closer
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| Until it’s too late to flee
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| Hunted by the pack
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| Their fangs at your wheels
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| Just a matter of time
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| Until they latch on your heels
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| And I can’t help but thinking
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| I need to change my head
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| Not coming back anymore
|
| The black lights they are blinding me
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| Not coming back anymore
|
| Black light fever got a hold on me
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| Their castles lay abandoned
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| Laid waste in their sleep
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| Words dug in the sand
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| Dragged back to the deep
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| Once again they gather
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| Aftermath of night
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| Fall down to their knees
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| In disbelief of the light
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| And I can’t help but thinking
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| I need to change my head
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| Not coming back anymore
|
| The black lights they are blinding me
|
| Not coming back anymore
|
| Black light fever got a hold on me
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| When the sun gets to sinking
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| Cooler heads prevail |