| I walk the streets so endlessly
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| Wandering where they cannot see
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| Fight my way through the struggle and strife
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| But I’ve become — a prisoner of the night
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| An alley cat so strong and proud
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| Sometimes you have to run and hide before you pounce
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| I look straight into the glow of his eyes
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| And he knows I’m a prisoner of the night
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| With a swish of his tail he is gone
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| And save for my shadow I’m alone
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| But the feeling of danger is there
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| Like a cat I crouch and stare
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| I’ll go down fighting all the way
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| The hair on my neck stands like his would
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| And there is cold steel at my side
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| Please do not force my hand
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| 'Cause I will end your life
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| The stars look on indifferently
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| Then I awaken from my dreams
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| It is the afternoon, it’s all slipped away from me
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| People walk, the city bustles with life
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| But soon enough I’ll be a prisoner of the night |