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Oh there's a creep in the cellar that |
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I'm gonna let in |
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There's a hole in his brain where his mind should've been |
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When he starts talkin' backwards your head starts to spin |
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And he really freaks me out when he peels off his skin, yow! |
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Oh there's a creep in the cellar with his hands in the air |
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And he lies to his mother but she doesn't care |
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When the fists are flying backwards and the ballroom is bare |
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Cause the turkey's talkin' backwards, it'll raise up your hair |
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Oh there's a creep in the cellar that |
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I'm gonna let...in |
