| Things crawl in the darkness
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| That imagination spins
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| Needles at your nerve ends
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| Crawl like spiders on your skin
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| Pounding in your temples
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| And a surge of adrenaline
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| Every muscle tense to face the enemy within
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| I’m not giving in to security under pressure
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| I’m not missing out on the promise of adventure
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| I’m not giving up on implausible dreams
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| Experience to extremes, experience to extremes
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| Suspicious looking stranger
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| Flashes you a dangerous grin
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| Shadows across your window
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| Was it only trees in the wind?
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| Every breath a static charge
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| A tongue that tastes like tin
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| Steely-eyed outside to hide the enemy within
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| I’m not giving in to security under pressure
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| I’m not missing out on the promise of adventure
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| I’m not giving up on implausible dreams
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| Experience to extremes, experience to extremes
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| To you, is it movement or is it action?
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| Is it contact or just reaction?
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| And you… revolution or just resistance?
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| Is it living, or just existence?
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| Yeah, you! |
| It takes a little more persistence
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| To get up and go the distance
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| I’m not giving in, I’m not missing out
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| I’m not giving up on implausible dreams
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| Experience to extremes, experience to extremes
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| I’m not giving in to security under pressure
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| I’m not missing out on the promise of adventure
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| I’m not giving up on implausible dreams
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| Experience to extremes, experience to extremes |