| In a dark House, an old forgotten town
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| One may hear the most peculiar sound
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| Up from the cellar with a bum bum bang
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| A crunk’n crowed starts a rattling chain
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| Lights are flashing, faces change and you were thinking this is kinda strange
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| You stumble to leave but fall to the floor, then comes the stone cold echo of
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| the slammin' door
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| When you step outside of reality, spook you right out of your skin,
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| things aren’t quite what they seem
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| When the clock it strikes past midnight, your bones start to rattle and prance
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| like you’re stuck in a trance
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| The night is young, crowd starts to arrive
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| A tap-dancing skeleton is doing his jive
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| The headless horseman is serving some punch to the boogie man and his ghouly
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| bunch
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| The crowed is swayin' and hop’n’boppin to the hypnotic sound that the DJ be
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| dropping
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| You cling to the wall and swallow your scream, is this reality or an awful
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| dream?
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| When you step outside of reality, spook you right out of your skin,
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| things aren’t quite what they seem
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| When the clock it strikes past midnight, your bones start to rattle and prance
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| like you’re stuck in a trance |