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It stalks you in the night
You wake up, sweaty with fright
You could get slashed with a kinife
If so, you'd have no more life
Maybe a gun, maybe a crash
You could end up nothing more than ash
You could slip up and plunder
then end, six feet under
It happens every day, out in the street
In a different way. You can't run
you can't escape, its stalking you
Sometimes you get a rush
Sometimes you get a tear
We're all afraid, there is everything to fear
Death is in the wind
It's in your mind, one wrong step
You might end up in the grave
It may be a person or a creature
Listen up, as I ain't no preacher
