| As the sun loses its ground
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| Night’s caught up, all light’s been dimmed down
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| A strange presence, cloaked by night
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| Far in the distance, he keeps you in sight
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| You think you know, you can see what’s ahead
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| That there’s no danger, that it’s all in your head
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| But soon, very soon you’ll realize
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| In the darkness, there’s more than meets the eye
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| Cold threat
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| Cold threat
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| In dread of night, your blood runs freezing cold
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| Enfiring prey of a shadow, aeons old
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| A sense of menace, pale with fright
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| Nocturnal terror, intruding your mind
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| Your mind, what a dangerous place
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| Oh, I’ve been through your pathetic little maze
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| I know your fears, feed off your pain
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| Your thoughts once clear, now driven insane
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| Cold threat
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| Cold threat
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| Everything you see, I see
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| Everything you touch, I feel
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| All those little things you do
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| Trust me, I know them too
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| I took the yellow out of the sun
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| I stole the blue from the sky
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| So the day could give birth
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| To the black that is the night |