If it is true, if you have come to the rescue,
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Why do the bells sound of danger?
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Words of peace, they fall from you freely.
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Awful free for a stranger.
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Setting sun, you know you ought to run.
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There's a wolf here among the sheep.
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But marching along the spirit catcher's song,
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You remain in a dreamless sleep.
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Desperate eyes, let the counterfeit suffice.
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Hoping high, they will be kind to you.
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Fog and fears and a mouth full of hot tears,
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Can drown that voice sent to guide you.
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And wicked tongues with their hooks,
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And their ice blood,
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Can wake the demons inside you.
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Doubt will creep through the windows as you sleep,
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Setting in like a cold, cold front.
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Your hands go numb and your stomach doubles up.
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And you think, was I happy once?
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Desperate minds, let the counterfeit suffice.
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Hoping high, they will be kind to you.
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Hoping high, they will be kind to you.
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Hoping high, they will be kind to you.
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Run run run run.
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Run run run run.
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They Can't If You Don't Let Them
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| A Fine Frenzy |
