| Deborah Myers
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| «Halloween is coming, you have to get ready. |
| We are counting on you to bring us
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| home this year.»
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| Michael Myers
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| «I won’t let you down.»
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| Deborah Myers
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| «I know you won’t, baby.»
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| A white horse, ride on, a bloody sky
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| Murder on my face and death in my eyes
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| Tomb inside my head, the hell I’m forced to live
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| I gave you all pain that I had to give
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| Now I’m coming home
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| Sister, why do I, do I want to kill you?
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| I fall to my knees, please, I love you
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| Mother why do I, do I want to kill you?
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| I am your only son, the one — I love you
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| I dream pitch black, sleep of misery
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| A ghost across the mist, she come to set me free
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| An angel in my world, now she has to bleed
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| A river of blood, come back to me
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| Now we’re coming home
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| Sister, why do I, do I want to kill you?
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| I fall to my knees, please, I love you
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| Mother why do I, do I want to kill you?
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| I am your only son, the one — I love you
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| I am your only son, the one, Michael
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| Help me mama, please, please, Michael
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| I only want to stay, a day, Michael
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| See me as I fall, your all, Michael…
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| Michael Myers
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| «I love you mama.»
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| Deborah Myers
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| «I love you too, Michael.» |