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Sickly sweet, his poison seeks |
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For the young ones who don't understand |
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The danger in his hands |
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With a jaundiced wink see his cunning slink |
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Oh trust in me my pretty one |
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Come walk with me my helpless one |
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Candyman |
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Syrup lies upon your tongue |
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Ge latine saliva spills |
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The flash of a guillotine a smile |
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Candyman - oh candyman |
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No pity for him, their misery screams |
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Unspeakable things |
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A cool missile, yes it's in his smile |
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With open arms to welcome you |
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Beware the masked pretender |
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He always lies, this candyman |
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Those lips conspire in treachery |
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To strike in cloak and dagger, see! |
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Candyman - oh candyman |
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And all the children, he warns ``don't tell,'' |
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Those threats are sold |
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With their guilt and shame they think they're to blane |
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For candyman - oh candyman |
