Only for a second do they freeze
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It's too easy to do it up here
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Just a gentle push
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And you'd be over the edge
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So they let you slip in and out of sight
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There is no moon
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There is no breeze
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And this won't turn out
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The way you please
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This place has been crossed many times
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Never was there cause for worry
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But there's creatures living here now
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Who pray on anything that moves
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There is no moon
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There is no breeze
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And this won't turn out
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The way you please
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Stop and strain your ears
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It's scarcely more than a whisper
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Still the word is out
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You shoot to attention
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Recognition is immediate
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Answering is an instinctive reaction
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There is no moon
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There is no breeze
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And this won't turn out
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The way you please
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'Cause no matter what was said
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You know you're dead
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Word is out
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| Anja Garbarek |
