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A childhood fantasy, a mystery in the air
The hunter seeing the unknown
A figure, vague. out of the corner of her eye
An evil she must face alone
A shadow of a distant memory appears but
High above the ground she'll face her darkest fears

Cos' every night's a kind of
Evil's fairground ride and
Every night's another high speed roller coaster ride
Twists and turns take you there
Metal screeching, spark and flame
Deadly falls without walls
Riding on a hurricane

A silent carnival with darkness all around
And creaking where there should be none
With trepidation in her heart she turns to see
For she must face the one alone
Sometimes feels it's like a never ending fight
In the middle of a never ending night

She's all, like, lipstick and thunder
Fighting all that is evil
Museums, Egyptian tombs and
Desolate fairgrounds are lethal
The faith of modern explorers
The courage of the believers
The hope of good-hearted children
With wisdom beyond their years

Old man through the
Window of the
Old house on the
Hillside through the
Graveyard where the
Shadows kiss the night
Ghostly as a
Mirage through the
Dim light of the
Evening, see him
Prowling through the
Fair in the dead of night

As ever, at the end the mystery is solved
And the unmasking will be done
The old man taken and she's on her way again
Another mystery begun
Sometimes feels it's like a never ending fight
In the middle of a never ending night

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