| It was the middle of the night
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| When she found there was something
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| On her mind
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| Pointless to fight, there was
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| Nothing to be done about the
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| Persistent nature of it
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| Emanating from the doorframe
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| Was a hum that grew into a roar
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| Followed by the light
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| Followed by the light
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| Followed by the terrible light
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| In my life I’ve never seen
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| Anything quite like it
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| And I’ve been around for years
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| With the eyes of a bird, me
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| And the nose of a fox, me
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| I’m prepared, but I’m scared
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| It’s coming for me
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| She was popular and pretty
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| Everybody knew her name
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| You couldn’t count on the walls
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| Of the kitchen all the
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| Pictures in the golden frames
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| Oh the pictures in the golden frames
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| But she was followed by the light
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| Followed by the light
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| Swallowed by the terrible light
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| In my life I’ve never seen
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| Anything quite like it
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| And I’ve been around for years
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| With the eyes of a bird, me
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| And the nose of a fox, me
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| I’m prepared, but I’m scared
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| It’s coming for me
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| Woo-ooo…
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| Oh look into the Golden Frames
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| Step into the Golden Frames
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| Be careful of the Golden Frames |