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I feel like I'm being followed
Humming headlights wherever I go
And behind them it's not someone it's something
And we wonder if it's horror or terror
What does it matter
On the ledge
Not much can't be won over
With a black hole heart and a hurricane mind in order
So I'll believe it when I see it with my eyes
With my eyes
Did it really drive past you
Or were you run over
Like them all
Made you small
Did you not see it coming
At all
Like them all
Is it contagious
Or congenital
Sometimes hiding is mourning
You don't have to worry about it now
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