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I've had it now |
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Can't seem to think |
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(My mood draws up)?????? |
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And then they see |
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Something's on my back |
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Can't turn to see |
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Breathes (breeds?) hard and fast |
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Like some weird disease |
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Wood Goblin |
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Wood Goblin |
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The place is calm and dark |
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All things seem dead |
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Something crawls out |
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Crawls in my head |
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Once you start you can't stop |
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Got to find a way |
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To cut this monster's throat |
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And make it (bow down)????? |
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Wood Goblin |
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Wood Goblin |
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Wood Goblin |
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Wood Goblin |
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(So it needed me then)??????? |
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To satisfy those pangs |
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But nothing works |
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Nothing kills this thing |
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Once you start you can't stop |
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Got to find a way |
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To cut this monster's throat |
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And make it (bow down)????? |
