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I am the man who walks alone
And when I'm walking a dark road
At night when strolling through the apartment
When the light begins to change
I sometimes feel a little strange
A little anxious when it's dark
Fear of the dark, fear of the dark
I have constant fear that they are
always near
Fear of the dark, fear of the dark
I have a phobia that they are
always there
Have you run your hand down
behind the couch
And have you felt your neck skin crawl
When you're searching for the socks?
Sometimes when you're scared
to take a look
under the couch
You've sensed that they are
watching you
Have you ever been alone at night
Thought you heard footsteps behind
And turned around and they arent there?
And as you quicken up your pace
You find it hard to look again
Because you're sure they
are there
Watching horror films the night before
Debating witches and folklore
The small troubles your mind
Maybe your mind is playing tricks
You sense, and suddenly ears fixate
on a popping sound.
Fear of the dark, fear of the dark
I have constant fear that they are
always near
Fear of the dark, fear of the dark
I have a phobia that they are
always there
Fear of the dark, fear of the dark
I have constant fear that they are
always near
Fear of the dark, fear of the dark
I have a phobia that they are
always there
When I'm walking in the apartment
I am the man who walks alone.
And when I'm walking a dark road
At night when strolling through the apartment
When the light begins to change
I sometimes feel a little strange
A little anxious when it's dark
Fear of the dark, fear of the dark
I have constant fear that they are
always near
Fear of the dark, fear of the dark
I have a phobia that they are
always there
Have you run your hand down
behind the couch
And have you felt your neck skin crawl
When you're searching for the socks?
Sometimes when you're scared
to take a look
under the couch
You've sensed that they are
watching you
Have you ever been alone at night
Thought you heard footsteps behind
And turned around and they arent there?
And as you quicken up your pace
You find it hard to look again
Because you're sure they
are there
Watching horror films the night before
Debating witches and folklore
The small troubles your mind
Maybe your mind is playing tricks
You sense, and suddenly ears fixate
on a popping sound.
Fear of the dark, fear of the dark
I have constant fear that they are
always near
Fear of the dark, fear of the dark
I have a phobia that they are
always there
Fear of the dark, fear of the dark
I have constant fear that they are
always near
Fear of the dark, fear of the dark
I have a phobia that they are
always there
When I'm walking in the apartment
I am the man who walks alone.
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