Way past dusk, the sky is fallin’
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Far off you can see it comin’
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Myst creepin’ in, starts to rise,
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Visions gone we’re stricken blind.
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(chorus)
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What can we do to cut through the haze?
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Rats trapped in a deadly maze,
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We can't see the through the fog!
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It’s blanketing the sky
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We can't see the through the fog!
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Its shrouding the black night…
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Dwindling down one by one,
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Most of them last, most are gone,
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Gotta get outta the woods,
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Mother nature’s up to no good.
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Way past dusk the sky is fallin’
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It’s up to me, ain’t no runnin’
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Thickening myst starts to breathe,
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Now the fog is after me…
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(chorus)
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The Fog
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| Blitzkid |
