| In a town in the woods at the top of a hill
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| There’s a house where no one lives
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| So you take a big bag of your big city money there
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| And buy it
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| But at night, when the house is dark
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| And you’re all alone, there’s a noise upstairs
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| At the top of the stairs, there’s a door
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| And you take a deep breath and try it
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| And the flashlight shows you something moving just inside the door
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| There’s a tattered dress and a feeling you have felt somewhere before
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| And there’s the creepy doll
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| That always follows you
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| It’s got a ruined eye
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| That’s always open
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| And there’s a creepy doll
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| That always follows you
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| It’s got a pretty mouth
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| To swallow you whole
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| So you scream and you close the door
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| And you tell yourself it was just a dream
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| In the morning you head into town
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| Cause you want to go antiquing
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| In the store there’s a strange old man
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| With a wandering eye and a withered hand
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| When he hands you the old wooden box
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| You can hear his old bones creaking
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| And you know what you will find inside the moment that you see
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| That someone’s carved your name into the tarnished silver key
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| And there’s a creepy doll
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| That always follows you
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| It’s got a ruined eye
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| That’s always open
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| And there’s a creepy doll
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| That always follows you
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| It’s got a pretty mouth
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| To swallow you whole
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| And when you come home late, the doll is waiting up for you
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| And when you fix a snack, the doll says it would like one too
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| The doll is in your house and in your room and in your bed
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| The doll is in your eyes and in your arms and in your head
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| And you are crazy
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| Now it’s late and you head downstairs
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| Cause you just can’t sleep so you make some tea
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| And the doll disapprovingly asks
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| If you really need that much honey
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| You decide that you’ve had enough
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| And you lock the doll in the wooden box
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| You put the box in the fireplace
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| Next to your bag of big city money
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| As the smoke fills up your tiny room there’s nothing you can do
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| And far too late you see the one inside the box is you
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| And there’s a creepy doll
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| That always follows you
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| It’s got a ruined eye
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| That’s always open
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| And there’s a creepy doll
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| That always follows you
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| It’s got a pretty mouth
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| To swallow you whole |