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The sky is growing dark, you should pack |
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Your bags and leave your children behind |
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I hear Egypt is nice this time of year |
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The shadows from outside are creeping in here |
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In dreams it seems you're lacking of the |
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The dreams you need to wake up |
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Just to run out of luck |
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Careful, the monster is 'round that corner |
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And he's waiting for blood tonight |
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He knows that you might fight back |
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Your eyes are growing dark |
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The windows to your soul are showing off |
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It's hard for me to say, "That's how I like it, baby" |
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The screaming from the cellar never helps |
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You're dreams they seem to leave you so alone |
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In dreams it seems you can't fight |
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But some weapons would be nice |
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Careful, the monster is down that hallway |
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Drooling over your tasty arm |
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He knows that you can't harm him ever |
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But he doesn't know |
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You've got an exorcism show |
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But he knows |
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Rot in hell |
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Rot in hell |
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Rot in hell |
