| I woke up from a terrifying dream
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| A dark boiler-room with pipes leaking steam
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| An evil figure in green and red
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| Looks like that hacked-up chick is dead
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| He turns his head and looks at me
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| That burned face, that evil grin
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| No one can stop the awe I feel
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| That knitted sweater and those claws of steel
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| Four fingers, four fingers, four fingers
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| Fatal to the flesh
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| They all believe that Freddy’s dead
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| They all believe that it’s in my head
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| They don’t believe that he’s made of flesh
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| Just wait and witness, your personal death
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| I went and bought a bunch of filétknives
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| And rivet them firmly to my gloves
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| I felt like I found myself in his shoes
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| Oh daddy Freddy! |
| Won’t you show me the moves!
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| Four fingers, four fingers, four fingers
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| Fatal to the flesh
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| I feel it pumping through my veins,
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| the nightmare must commence
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| I can’t hold back this urge to kill
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| My old life has to end
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| I pull the knitted sweater on
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| And dust off the ol' hat
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| I’m one of Freddy’s minions now,
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| A spawn of Krueger’s hell
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| I woke up from a terrifying dream
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| A dark boiler-room with pipes leaking steam
|
| An evil figure in green and red
|
| Looks like that hacked-up chick is dead
|
| He turns his head and looks at me
|
| That burned face, that evil grin
|
| No one can stop the awe I feel
|
| That knitted sweater and those claws of steel
|
| Four fingers, four fingers, four fingers
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| Fatal to the flesh |