THAT KIND OF FEAR
Being afraid
Kincaide
Being afraid
Fear, you mean the kind that comes in the middle of the night?
No Kincaide
The kind in the middle of the day
The kind that makes you quiver before the world
The kind you bury deep inside and take where ever you go
The kind of fear that takes your smile away
Your heart
Your glory
Your story
That kind of fear
that takes from you
Things that shouldn't be taken
Kincaide
Being afraid
Fear, you mean the kind that comes in the middle of the night?
No Kincaide
The kind in the middle of the day
The kind that makes you quiver before the world
The kind you bury deep inside and take where ever you go
The kind of fear that takes your smile away
Your heart
Your glory
Your story
That kind of fear
that takes from you
Things that shouldn't be taken
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