Who's that face in the mirror. Who's that man behind those eyes. I get this feeling of danger. Sudden victim of surprise. I've been waiting for a thousand years. It's coming. It's coming. The lights are out and curtains closed. Creeping footsteps down the hall. Door's locked and I'm alone. But there's voices behind the wall. Criminal minds. Hand ties. Broken glass. First class.
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