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...Fear of the dark, fear of the dark
I have a constant fear that somethig´s always near
Fear of the dark, fear of the dark
I have the phobia that someone´s always near
Have you run your fingers down the wall
And have you felt your neck skin crawl
When you’re searching for the light?
Sometimes when you’re scared to take a look
At the corner of the room
You’ve sensed that something’s watching you.
Fear of the dark, fear of the dark
I have a constant fear that somethig´s always near Fear of the dark, fear of the dark
I have the phobia that someone´s always near
Have you ever been alone at night
Thought you heard footsteps behind
And turned around, and no-one’s there?
And as you quicken up your pace
You find it hard to look again
Because you’re sure there’s someone there
Watching horror films the night before
Debating witches and folklore
The unknown troubles on your mind
Maybe your mind is playing tricks
You sense, and suddenly eyes fix
On dancing shadows from behind
...
Fear of the dark ,Fear of the dark
I have constant fear that something’s always near
Fear of the dark, Fear of the dark
I have a phobia that someone’s always there
When I’m walking a dark road
I am a man who walks alone.
Hear the rime of the ancient mariner
See his eye as he stops one of three
Mesmerises one of the wedding guests
Stay here and listen to the nightmares of the sea.
And the music plays on, as the bride passes by
Caught by his spell as the mariner tells his tale
Driven south to the land of the snow and ice
To a place where nobody´s been
Through the snow fog flies on the albatros
Hailed in gods name, hoping good luck it brings
And the ship sails on, back to the north
Through the fog and ice and the albatross follows on
The mariner kills the bird of good omen
His shipmates cry against what he’s done
But when the fog clears, they justify him
And make themselves a part of the crime.