| They keep creepin' towards the door
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| My stomach twists
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| Like a worm beneath the lure
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| My heartbeat skips Like a phonograph
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| Old machines weren’t built to last
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| But they keep creepin' towards the door
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| They keep creepin' towards the door
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| Their bodies reek like they’re carrying a corpse
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| Their footsteps creak, as they circle in And the power’s running thin
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| But they keep creepin' towards the door
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| The Phone Guy tells me that there is no danger…
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| But I suspect that things will get much stranger!
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| Something about this room is hypnotizing, paralyzing…
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| TERRIFYING!
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| They keep creepin' towards the door
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| My backbone shakes like a tremor on the floor
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| My knee caps quake. |
| Why don’t I just scram?
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| Or unplug that stupid fan!
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| Cause they keep creepin' towards the door
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| These furry phonies masquerade like they’re cute.
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| The kids don’t notice 'cause they think they’re CARTOONS!
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| Oh don’t look now I think that Freddy’s en route…
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| Deadly pursuit…
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| Sweaty fursuit!
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| The Phone Guy tells me that there is no danger.
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| But I suspect that things will get much stranger!
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| Something about this room is hypnotizing, paralyzing…
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| TERRIF- |