| Rest your head, here’s a lullaby
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| A melody for heavy eyes
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| Early to bed, early to die
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| Welcome to your worst nightmare
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| Fast asleep, it’s all in your head now
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| Past the street where they cursed my name
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| But I won’t be forsaken
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| Craven my revenge from the shallow
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| Grave, where I went down in flames
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| The beast has been awakened
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| When night comes creeping
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| My cruel hand will rock you to sleep
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| I’m the American nightmare with American dreams
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| Of counting the bodies while you count sheep
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| I’m the American nightmare, yeah I’m living the dream
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| I’m slashing my way through the golden age of the silver scream
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| (Sweet dreams)
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| Fell in love with hate cause evil fit like a glove
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| It’s fate that I’m still here
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| And I won’t be forsaken
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| Wicked when I was just a man
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| But sickening now and fed by fear
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| The beast has been awakened now
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| They all think it’s just pretend
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| You’ll never ever sleep again
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| All your friends are fucking dead
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| You can’t turn down your own death bed
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| When night comes creeping
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| My cruel hand will rock you to sleep
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| I’m the American nightmare with American dreams
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| Of counting the bodies while you count sheep
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| I’m the American nightmare, yeah I’m living the dream
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| I’m slashing my way through the golden age of the silver scream
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| I’m the American nightmare, I’m the man of your dreams
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| Where the glove is god, so I’m sinking my claws in the silver scream
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| One, two, dreams do come true
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| Three, four, see you at the morgue
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| Five, six, he’ll get his fix
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| Seven, eight, now shake the twisted hand of fate
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| Now
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| Shake the twisted hand of fate
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| All your friends are fucking dead
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| When night comes creeping
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| My cruel hand will rock you to sleep
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| I’m the American nightmare with American dreams
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| Of counting the bodies while you count sheep
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| I’m the American nightmare, yeah I’m living the dream
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| I’m slashing my way through the golden age of the silver scream
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| I’m the American nightmare, I’m the man of your dreams
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| Where the glove is god, so I’m sinking my claws in the silver scream |