The city crouches, steaming
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In the early morning half light
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The sun is still a rumor
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And the night is still a threat
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Slipping through the dark streets
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And the echoes and the shadows
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Something stirs behind me
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And my palms begin to sweat
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Sometimes I freeze...until the light comes
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Sometimes I fly...into the night
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Sometimes I fight...against the darkness
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Sometimes I'm wrong...sometimes I'm right
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Coiled for the spring
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Or caught like a creature in the headlights
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Into a desperate panic
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Or a tempest of blind fury
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Like a cornered beast
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Or a conquering hero
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The menace threatens, closing
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And I'm frozen in the shadows
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I'm not prepared to run away
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And I'm not prepared to fight
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I can't stand to reason
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Or surrender to a reflex
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I will trust my instincts
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Or surrender to my fright
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Sometimes we freeze...until the light comes
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Sometimes we're wrong...and sometimes we're right
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Sometimes we fight...against the darkness
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Sometimes we fly...into the night
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Blood running cold
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Mind going down into a dark night
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Of a desperate panic
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Or a tempest of blind fury
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Like a cornered beast
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Or a conquering hero
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Sometimes I freeze
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Sometimes I fight
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Sometimes I fly
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Into the night
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Freeze (Part IV Of Fear)
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