The Sound Of Fear

Sun comes up on the old neighborhood
 Spray-painted bricks and dead firewood
 Well, I don't know where I'm gonna be next
 I don't care where I am gonna be
 Next time, if you think of it
 You might remember me as
 The one who let you down
 But never made another sound of fear
 Some people like to call me Chuck
 It's Charles and you are shit outta luck
 If you think you know what happens next
 You think you know what happens
 Next time, if you think of it
 You might remember me as
 The one who let you down
 But never made another sound of fear
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 Sun goes down on the old neighborhood
 Dark, damp, the stop where I once stood
 I don't know where the bus stops next
 And I don't care where the bus stops
 Next time, if you think of it
 You might remember me as
 The one who let you down
 But never made another sound of fear
 The sound of fear
 I can't hear
 The sound of fear