| Mr. Piser, I think you should come up here
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| I think you should come up here
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| Mr. Piser, I think you should come up here
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| I think you should come up here
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| (Amy's in the attic and my brain has gone ecstatic)
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| Yet another day of all the suffering it gave
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| I was just a little boy ever so naive
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| Amy was my best friend, I never want to hurt her
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| I never wanna ever wanna think about her murder
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| On the playground, I chase her down the slide
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| I chase her cross the monkey bars
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| And she would run and hide
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| Jinglin and tumbling, I pushed her off the sled
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| Amy coincidently hit her head
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| Jumbling inside my brain, down came the rain
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| Amy isn’t answering, who would get the blame?
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| Amy isn’t laughing, Amy isn’t crying
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| Amy isn’t really breathing, God I think she’s dying
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| Suddenly, the air is cold I must get her inside
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| Even though she died, Amy has to hide
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| Nobody must ever know that I made Amy sick
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| Lock her up forever in the attic
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| Maybe it’s best they buy it, thinking did she really die
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| I’m thinking if it’s really true
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| Then how come I am telling you
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| And if I really meant to do it
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| Should I be a victim too
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| Should I walk the terror stairs
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| And see if all my terror fairs, no Mr. Piser, I think you should come up here
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| Amy’s in the attic and my brain has gone ecstatic
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| I think you should come up here
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| Mr. Piser, I think you should come up here
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| I think you should come up here
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| Every day I suffer but eleven years have passed
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| How long will this keep and the nightmares last
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| Sitting in my living room, another strange feeling
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| I think I’m hearing tiny footsteps on the ceiling
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| Looking in my mirror, the image isn’t clear
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| I feel as if a little girl is standing at my rear
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| Then I awake at the blink of an eye
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| Voices from the attic yelling, why?
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| What if Amy wasn’t dead living in the box
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| Banging on the walls, rattling the locks
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| Feeding on the roaches, rodents, and filth
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| And when there’s nothing left, she feeds off herself
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| Why do I think of Amy in this way?
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| She was once a lovely girl running out to play
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| Maybe it’s all a dream insane fanatic
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| Maybe there’s no Amy in the attic after all
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| Maybe it’s best they buy it, thinking did she really die
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| I’m thinking if it’s really true
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| Then how come I am telling you
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| And if I really meant to do it
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| Should I be a victim too
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| Should I walk the terror stairs
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| And see if all my terror fairs, no Mr. Piser, I think you should come up here
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| Amy’s in the attic and my brain has gone ecstatic
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| I think you should come up here
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| Mr. Piser, I think you should come up here
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| Amy’s in the attic and my brain has gone ecstatic
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| I think you should come up here
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| Maybe it’s best they buy it, thinking did she really die
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| I’m thinking if it’s really true
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| Then how come I am telling you
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| And if I really meant to do it
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| Should I be a victim too
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| Should I walk the terror stairs
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| And see if all my terror fairs
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| Amy isn’t dead…
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| Maybe it’s best they buy it, thinking did she really die
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| I’m thinking if it’s really true
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| Then how come I am telling you
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| And if I really meant to do it
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| Should I be a victim too
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| Should I walk the terror stairs
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| And see if all my terror fairs
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| Amy’s in the attic and my brain has gone ecstatic
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| Barrels to my nugget semi glock automatic
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| Should I pull the trigger, would this break the chains
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| That keeps Amy locked in my brain
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| No, I must be starting to pray that I’m wrong
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| I pray it’s just a fantasy that carried on too long
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| Amy isn’t dead, I never knew an Amy
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| I was just a boy, how can you blame me?
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| Maybe that’s okay, but she’s tapping at the walls
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| I see a darling little girl is floating down the hall
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| Slowly coming toward me, her arms are spreading wide
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| Opens up her mouth to show the maggots inside
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| Crying, whining, rotting is the feeling
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| Tiny drips of blood crowning from the ceiling
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| Landing on my head, I’m psycho-sick
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| I’ve finally had it Amy, know I’m coming to the attic!
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| Maybe it’s best they buy it, thinking did she really die
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| I’m thinking if it’s really true
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| Then how come I am telling you
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| And if I really meant to do it
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| Should I be a victim too
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| Should I walk the terror stairs
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| And see if all my terror fairs yes |
| Mr. Piser, I think you should come up here
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| Amy’s in the attic and my brain has gone ecstatic
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| I think you should come up here
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| Mr. Piser, I think you should come up here
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| Amy’s in the attic and my brain has gone ecstatic
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| I think you should come up here
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| Maybe it’s best they buy it, thinking did she really die
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| I’m thinking if it’s really true
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| Then how come I am telling you
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| And if I really meant to do it
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| Should I be a victim too
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| Should I walk the terror stairs
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| And see if all my terror fairs
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| Maybe it’s best they buy it, thinking did she really die
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| I’m thinking if it’s really true
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| Then how come I am telling you
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| And if I really meant to do it
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| Should I be a victim too
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| Should I walk the terror stairs
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| And see if all my terror fairs
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| Maybe it’s best they buy it, thinking did she really die
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| I’m thinking if it’s really true
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| Then how come I am telling you
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| And if I really meant to do it
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| Should I be a victim too
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| Should I walk the terror stairs
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| And see if all my terror fairs
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| Maybe it’s best they buy it, thinking did she really die
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| I’m thinking if it’s really true
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| Then how come I am telling you
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| And if I really meant to do it
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| Should I be a victim too
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| Should I walk the terror stairs
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| And see if all my terror fairs
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| Your seat awaits you on the Terror Wheel |