Far off in the distance, a shape in the night, alright
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On a mission of mercy, if the price is right, it was
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He tries to possess her, and she fights
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He's a ritual slayer
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But they done good
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And now he's praying
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For it's his turn to cry
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Like a thief in the night, she breaks into his heart
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Like a thief in the night, alright, alright
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Like a thief in the night, she never leaves a mark
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Like a thief in the night, alright...
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In a hotel chamber, on a cryptic note
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And where there's fire, there's gotta be smoke
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Footsteps in the twilight, and red hands round his throat
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It's a ritual slaying, loves things that are dead
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And now he's praying
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But there's no turning back
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Like a...
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Thief In The Night
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| Wendy O. Williams |
