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The city crouches, steaming
In the early morning half-light
The sun is still a rumour
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
And 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't 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 fly
Sometimes I freeze
Until the light comes
Sometimes I fly
Into the night
Into the night
Into the night
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