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Martin |
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Martin is talking to you |
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Martin is a boy with problems |
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Martin has a family history |
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Martin has too many nightmares |
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He lives in a fantasy |
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There's a danger that he'll take too far |
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His morbid curiosity |
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He's seen too many creepy films |
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He's read too many books |
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Martin sleeps with all the lights on |
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Martin's seen too many looks |
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He lives out a strange obsession |
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Tries hard to resist |
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But Martin needs his strange obsession |
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To exist |
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(Kill, kill, kill) |
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He's far too pale and far too frail |
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To be a normal boy |
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There's something shining in his eyes |
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The things he'd like to say |
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Martin had a lot to live down |
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Growing up in a mining town |
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Torches burning in the trees |
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The shivering lust of blood |
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He's the star of many horror movies |
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But deep inside he's good |
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There's an illness flowing through him |
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That's there all the time |
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And though he watches and he waits |
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He knows he's not to blame |
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The face at the window |
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The hand under the bed |
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Martin has hallucinations |
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Dreams that he's dead |
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He finds the hunger's at its worst |
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When he's in bed |
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(Kill, kill, kill) |
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He's finding hard to keep control |
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He knows it won't be long |
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And his tongue rolls over his dry lips |
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And the voice lingers on |
