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There lurks a danger in his eyes A loaded gun and a poisoned mind Lives by the moon and it’s full tonight Possessed by the ghost of midnight His heart pounding like a drum The voices calling and he’s on the run Like a junkie with a fix on an overload A human time bomb ready to explode Lookout Lookout Lookout There’s a madness on our street Sick society giving me the creeps Lost souls searching for something to believe When all hope is gone it’s too late to grieve It comes on like a hurricane The blood rushing through your veins Heart’s pumping to numb the pain Out of control like a runaway train |
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