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[Tod Howarth] You know that something's out there Just like those things under the bed A fear you know when younger, Sometimes, made up in your head. But it ain't no apparition, Won't pull things down into the rug You wish that you could wake up But both pinch and the pin, they draw blood [CHORUS:] (And) something moved, it's out there Someone knows you're there Your eyes are dead and broken Fixed in a stare without a blink You see but don't believe it Like a whino swearing off a drink You live in fear for daybreak Some warmth and comfort from the sun All sense of time escapes you 'Cause when you look up at the clock, it's only one! [CHORUS] From Letras Mania