| Sleepwalker with a gun
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| Sleepwalker, sleepwalker, sleepwalker with a gun
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| Sleepwalker with a gun
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| Just like everybody else, each night you fall asleep
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| But unlike them, you a gun, under your pillow keep
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| Eager to protect your own, you’re blind to reality
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| Creating your own nightmares of gore and agony
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| Rockabye baby, the cradle will rock
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| Even if somebody woke you up
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| I doubt that that would make you stop
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| Your killing spree has only just begun
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| Sleepwalker with a gun
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| Sleepwalker, sleepwalker, sleepwalker with a gun
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| Sleepwalker with a gun
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| In the name of Santa Claus, you mislead the ones that trust
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| You’re driven by the appetite for the power and bloodlust
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| Undisturbed you carry on, your walk down lullaby lane
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| Leaving behind a trail of death, grief, blood, and pain
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| Rockabye baby, the cradle will fall
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| Even if somebody woke you up
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| I doubt that that would make you stop
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| Your killing spree has only just begun
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| Sleepwalker with a gun
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| Sleepwalker, sleepwalker, sleepwalker with a gun
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| Sleepwalker, sleepwalker, sleepwalker with a gun
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| Sleepwalker with a gun
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| Sleepwalker, sleepwalker, sleepwalker with a gun
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| Sleepwalker, sleepwalker, sleepwalker with a gun |