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Stick your fingers in the eyes of night |
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Rip open the belly of death and you'll see what is real |
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Tear down the image of youth all around |
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Steal the dreams from their minds and you'll find all their lies |
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Can it be what you're thought to believe |
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It's nothing more than your mind can conceive |
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He's out there waiting, he's waiting for you |
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The psycho is ready to kill |
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Well you're a mean one, a bloody bastard son |
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You don't care what they say or what they do, it matters not to you |
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You've been warned not to set foot after dark |
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You think it's all just for fun but there's no setting sun |
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Can it be what you're thought to believe |
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It's nothing more than your mind can conceive |
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He's out there waiting, he's waiting for you |
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The psycho is ready to kill |
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One way all the time you can't seem to get it right |
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You never see the tunnel or the light, spend a million just to say you're hit |
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You got to find a way to get the thrill of your life |
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Trip the light, trip the light fantastic, party and you'll die |
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Someday you will die3 a.m. you feel that twitch again |
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For a walk inside of the park, it's getting late slip through the gate |
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The psycho jumps out from behind |
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Sticks his knife in your throat and you die |
