| As the whirlwind sets
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| You will stand on the edge of the world
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| As the cold wind blows
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| You will slip through the air like a ghost
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| Fear sleeps in every corner
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| Every darkened door, every sound
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| Quiet lies and hidden rhythm
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| Silent repetitions going 'round
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| And you hide yourself away
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| So you don’t have to run not anymore
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| And you don’t have anyone
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| But you don’t have to run
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| Eyes that seem to know
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| Follow you to the ledge of the world
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| Fear sleeps in every mind
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| There are people long since left behind
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| Our lives are spent preoccupied
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| Some will learn to hide it very well |