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2nd Single Thin Air by Hana Piranha Special thanks to Carl Fox - Director Leanne White - Hair and Makeup and Darren Johnson The butterfly that guides you through the dark streets, The face in the mirror that isn't yours, The voice you hear inside your head Those eyes, that you feel before you turn The creak on the stairwell that lasts too long, The hairs on your neck that stand up straight And it's not your guardian angel, girl That preys on you in the dark If you don't believe in the devil, girl, Then don't be faint of heart When it starts. They'll pull you under, but only if you choose By your surrender, you'll have the priest confused I guess you know now, how thin the air can be, I guess you know now, how easy it can be to lose. Do you hear it? It's just inside your head, But if you listen, truth is you'll be mislead, I guess you know now, what fear can do to you, I guess you know now, what horrors can be spawned by dread.
