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Sitting up late at night |
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A tiptoe through the darkness |
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Cold as hell black as spades |
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Aware of my immediate surrounding |
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In my place I escape |
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Up into my hideout |
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Hiding from everyone |
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My friends all say |
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Dave your mental anyway hey! |
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Drift into a deeper state |
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I stalk the cobwebbed stairways |
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Dirt grits beneath me feet |
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The stair creaks, I precariously sneak |
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Hypnosis guides my hand |
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I slipside through the walkways |
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Sit in granny's rockin' chair |
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Memories are whirling by yeah |
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Reminisce in the attic |
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Lucretia waits impatiently |
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Cobwebs make me squint |
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The cobra so eloquently glints |
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Moonbeams surge through the sky |
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The crystal ball's energized |
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Surely that like the cat waiting |
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Lucretia rocks away |