| All about the witching hour,
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| We know the reason why you’re scared,
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| And here comes your nightmare.
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| Over your shoulder honey, you don’t wanna turn around,
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| Bring the night closer, we are gonna bring you down,
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| It’s the times that we live in, erosion of the mind,
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| Easy to be cruel, Hard to be kind.
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| When the mode of music changes,
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| The walls around the city shakes,
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| Look into the face of danger,
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| We know how to make you break.
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| Over your shoulder honey, right behind your back,
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| Make you a true believer, maybe give you heart attack
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| We are what you made us, see what we can find,
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| Easy to be cruel, Hard to be kind.
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| We can’t help the way we feel,
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| We don’t want to make a deal,
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| Look out, honey, use your head,
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| Might be murder in your bed.
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| Over your shuolder honey, the face still shines,
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| Nobody you recognize, isn’t yours, isn’t mine,
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| See the mouth smiling, make the words rhyme,
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| Easy to be cruel, Hard to be kind. |