| Light comes through a crack in the door
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| I tape up the windows once more
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| Tight like a cold hand of steel
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| Don’t fear the stranger within
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| Hands that petrify in the air
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| Eyes catching things never there
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| Sweet tension caught on my breath
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| Don’t fear the stranger within
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| Watch every shape that escapes
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| Scared to make the final mistake
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| Speak to hear the sound of your voice
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| Don’t fear the stranger within
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| Sit in the corner with your back to the wall
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| Pray to your God with your head in your hands
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| Your mask of fear is shrinking fast
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| It’s closing in more amour
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| You stand on borrowed time, your sweating palms and chilling brow
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| Your wide-eyed panic makes you laugh, you cry and laugh
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| Freeze until the noise decays, a shuffle from behind a door
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| Your throat is tight, it makes you choke and smoke and choke
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| Eyes will grow accustomed to the dark, a stifled scream that won’t come out
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| There’s nothing more to fear from the stranger within
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| Don’t fear the stranger within
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| I feel the stranger within
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| I see the stranger within
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| Don’t know the stranger within
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| I am the stranger within
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| I am the stranger within |