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The silent night has turned to a night of fear |
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With windows howling wind into your ear |
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You listen to the spirits far behind |
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These things you hear are too much for your mind |
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The bell strikes and your spine chills like the grave |
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The chill that turns your blood from red to grey |
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You know that with these things you see and hear |
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The silent night has turned to a night of fear |
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Image on your bedroom wall, shadows marching in the hall |
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Just about to flip your mind, just about to trip your mind |
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Just about to flip your mind, just about to trip your mind |
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The green and purple lights affect your sight |
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Your mother cannot comfort you tonight |
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Your brain calls out for help that's never there |
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The silent night has turned to a night of fear |
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Image on your bedroom wall, shadows marching in the hall |
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Just about to flip your mind, just about to trip your mind |
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Just about to flip your mind, just about to trip your mind |
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The silent night has turned to a night of fear |
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With windows howling wind into your ear |
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You listen to the spirits far behind |
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These things you hear are too much for your mind |
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Just about to flip your mind, just about to trip your mind |
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Just about to flip your mind, just about to trip your mind |
