There’s a woman running through the streets at night
From the light she escapes, in the night she is lost.
Wishing she could find a safer place to hide,
Terrified she can’t hide; petrified she might be found.
Now the time has come. Now the time has come.
To rise up from her double life,
To rise up from her twisted mind,
To rise up from these troubled times in which she is held.
In one night’s reign. In one night’s reign. In one night’s reign.
One night’s reign, another man’s stain.
There’s a woman running through the streets
again
Armed this time, she takes aim, certain that she will be freed.
Now the time has come. Now the time has come.
She rose up from her double life,
She rose up from her twisted mind,
She rose up from these troubled times in which she was held.
In one night’s reign. In one night’s reign. In one night’s reign.
One night’s reign, another man’s dead.
In one night’s reign. In one night’s reign. In one night’s reign.
One night’s reign, another man’s dead.
In one night’s reign.
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