Time to go it's late, as the fog begins to lay
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And you wish that you were at home in bed
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Visions of evil and visions ill will
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Are burning corners into your head
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The echo of your steps
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From the fence across the field
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They're coming from close behind
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The air drops to ten degrees, cob webs in the trees
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Your door step seem so very far away
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When dripping shadows start to move, when your doubts begin to prove,
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(tame day scenes get all construed) you feel terror in the streets
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Sweaty palms you feel the night as your body fills with fright
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You feel alright when you see the light at your house
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But that feeling turns to panic and fright as you watch the lights go out.
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Terror in the Streets
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| Faction |
