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I was the boy who said all of my prayers |
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Laid my clean face on the pillow |
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Tucked in real tight, so safe and secure |
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Through the night |
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I heard a noise, it was probably nothing |
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It pulled me right out of a dream |
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If I knew it was you |
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I'd have jumped out of bed with a scream |
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I am the one who growls in your closet |
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I am the one who lives under your bed |
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Get down, back where you started |
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Get down, back into hell |
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Your black soul, you know you're black hearted |
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I smell your sulfurous smell |
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All of my things that |
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I play with in daylight |
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You turn into monsters at night |
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My toys were my friends |
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Until you taught them all how to bite |
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You showed me things little boys shouldn't see |
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You scared me with visions of fire |
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You danced on my bed |
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With the flames on your head dancing higher |
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I am the one who growls in your closet |
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I am the one who lives under your bed |
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Get down, back where you started |
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Get down, back into hell |
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Your black soul, you know you're black hearted |
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I smell your sulfurous smell |
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I tell you right now |
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I don't want your reptile embrace |
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I don't want to follow you down to your place |
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I don't want to be a child of disgrace, oh |
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You can take your whiskey soaked |
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Foaming at the mouth, toilet talking |
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Pea soup spewing, sweating blood demon breath |
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Out of my face |
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Get down, back where you started |
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Get down, back into hell |
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Your black soul, you know you're black hearted |
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I smell that brim stone |
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Get down, back where you started |
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Get down, back into hell |
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Your black soul, you know you're black hearted |
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I smell that sulfur |
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I was the boy who said all of my prayers |
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Laid my clean face on the pillow |
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Tucked in real tight, so safe and secure |
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Through the night |
