The imaginary line that we don't dare cross
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That innocent side that might be lost
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That dangerous beast that lies inside
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That public cry, that never knowing
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The dark at the top of the stairs
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I'm running scared
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That fading youth that leaves no trace
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That tick-tick-ticking that leaves no trace
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That final design, that self-destruct
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That condescending critic who's out for blood
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The dark at the top of the stairs
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I'm running scared
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That twilight flash, that one-night stand
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That grand illusion, that radar scan
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That piece by piece, that bit by bit
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That electric whine by mechanical lips
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The dark at the top of the stairs
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I'm running scared
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Running Scared
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| Dead Moon |
