| I creep by moonlight
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| I hide when the sun starts to rise
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| I sleep with the dead things
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| I have holes instead of eyes
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| I have no heartbeat
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| No blood rushing through my veins
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| No nervous system
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| No impulses feeding my brain
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| I have no feelings
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| No remorse for stealing your child
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| You shouldn’t have let her
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| Go wandering out in the wild
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| You’ve heard the legends
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| You know that I live out there
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| But in this modern world
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| It’s foolish to believe in such a scare
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| I’m a zombie — my skin is now peeling away
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| I’m a zombie — my insides have died…
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| And turned grey
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| I’m casting no shadows
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| And making no sounds you can hear
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| Fumbling through darkness
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| Your sweat’s running cold from the fear
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| Searching my kingdom
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| No sign of your little girl
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| 'cause free meals ain’t wasted
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| Once they have entered my world
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| I creep by moonlight
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| I hide when the sun starts to rise
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| I sleep with the dead things
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| I have holes instead of eyes
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| I have no heartbeat
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| No blood rushing through my veins
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| No nervous system
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| No impulses feeding my brain |