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Freeze
In the city crouches, steaming
In the early morning half-light
The sun is still a rumor
And the night is still a threat
Slipping through the dark streets
And the echoes and the shadows
Something stirs behind me
And my palms begin to sweat
Sometimes I freeze - until the light comes
Sometimes I fly - into the night
Sometimes I fight - against the darkness
Sometimes I'm wrong - sometimes I'm right
Coiled for the spring
Or caught like a creature in the headlights
Into a desperate panic
Or a tempest of blind fury
Like a cornered beast
Or a conquering hero
The menace threatens, closing
And I'm frozen in the shadows
I'm not prepared to run away
And I'm not prepared to fight
I can stand to reason
Or surrender to a reflex
I will trust my instincts
Or surrender to my fright
Sometimes we freeze - until the light comes
Sometimes we're wrong - and sometimes we're right
Sometimes we fight - against the darkness
Sometimes we fly - into the night
Blood running cold
Mind going down into a dark night
Of a desperate panic
or a tempest of blind fury
Like a cornered beast
Or a conquering hero
Sometimes I freeze
Sometimes I fight
Sometimes I fly
Into the night
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Into the night
Sometimes I fly
Sometimes I fight
Sometimes I freeze
Or a conquering hero
Like a cornered beast
or a tempest of blind fury
Of a desperate panic
Mind going down into a dark night
Blood running cold
Sometimes we fly - into the night
Sometimes we fight - against the darkness
Sometimes we're wrong - and sometimes we're right
Sometimes we freeze - until the light comes
Or surrender to my fright
I will trust my instincts
Or surrender to a reflex
I can stand to reason
And I'm not prepared to fight
I'm not prepared to run away
And I'm frozen in the shadows
The menace threatens, closing
Or a conquering hero
Like a cornered beast
Or a tempest of blind fury
Into a desperate panic
Or caught like a creature in the headlights
Coiled for the spring
Sometimes I'm wrong - sometimes I'm right
Sometimes I fight - against the darkness
Sometimes I fly - into the night
Sometimes I freeze - until the light comes
And my palms begin to sweat
Something stirs behind me
And the echoes and the shadows
Slipping through the dark streets
And the night is still a threat
The sun is still a rumor
In the early morning half-light
In the city crouches, steaming
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