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He slips into the room with the broken mirrors |
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Trying to make the voices in his head disappear |
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He crashes to the floor, his head in his hands |
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Trying to recover from his mother's demands |
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Something strange ist going down in room 213 |
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Inside he fears the strangers in the photo repair |
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Trying to fix the damage from the chain and the chair |
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No one hears the screaming from the house of fear |
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No one sees the man with no eyes appear |
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And something strange ist going down in room 213 |
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Have you had the feeling that you've been there before |
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Wait a minute mister while I get off the floor |
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Your bones lie chilling, your blood turns cold |
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There's a red tattoo carved into your skull |
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And something strange is going down in room 213 |
