| Are you listening?
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| Someone is whispering, drawing you inside
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| Dark winter weather, hunters are gathering
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| Each to his own side
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| Too many liars, spies and jealous types
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| Away from the lamplight
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| But these are the people
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| Who know what they’re looking for
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| Who know what they want
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| And there’s someone out there seeing everything and who knows what you know
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| And there’s someone out there seeing everything and who knows what you know,
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| and what you don’t
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| So write me a letter if you think you know the truth
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| Stay underground
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| Leave your blood diamonds
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| Lifetime is drawing in
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| Leading the light away
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| And there’s someone out there seeing everything and who knows what you know
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| And there’s someone out there seeing everything and who knows what you know,
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| and what you don’t
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| There’s someone out there seeing everything and who knows what you know
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| And there’s someone out there seeing everything and who knows what you know,
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| what you know |