| I’m a walking disaster
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| Darkness is the way to my heart
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| No matter how I try to build it up
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| I always fall apart
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| It comes on like the evening
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| Blanket over day to night
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| Strangles my life of light
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| And tells me what is right
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| I want it all
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| And I don’t care if a deserve a thing
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| I keep it strong
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| When they talk bad my ears ring
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| All these scars and broken dreams
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| I tried to explain what it means
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| But you don’t hear me
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| You’re too caught up in your own
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| Trick or treat for your heart
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| Your love is from Haddonfield
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| I just wanna stab it apart
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| Be for real so many fake
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| Your love is from Crystal Lake
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| I just wanna drown in your arms
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| They wonder where my heart is at
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| I keep it underground like an artifact
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| I was born on the darkside of the almanac
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| And now I’m on a mission
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| I came here to bring all of the fallen back
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| I live to hear you scream
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| Imma nightmares bad dream
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| Livin' like I’m right there I think
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| That you’ll never find another one like me yeah
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| Indestructible, mind combustible
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| Feel alive in the darkness where I’m comfortable
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| Consumed by the blanket that I’ve been covered
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| I take it and make another an suffocate everything
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| From a sister father or brother
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| All while the mother hovers
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| Hopin' I cut her from the ropes
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| That I strung her up by her throat
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| If you ever come at the goat
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| You should know that I’m not a hoax
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| An I’ll bury you like a nose
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| Into coke now that’s dope
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| Trick or treat
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| Trick or treat for your heart
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| Your love is from Haddonfield
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| I just wanna stab it apart
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| Be for real so many fake
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| Your love is from Crystal Lake
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| I just wanna drown in your arms
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| You don’t have to wear a mask
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| Like Michael or Jason
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| Cause after you no one
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| Is worth the replacing
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| I gotta puzzle sized shaped heart
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| You’re like Elvira
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| More the mistress of the dark arts
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| I wanna dance in the crypt
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| Hold hands by the tomb
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| We can count ghosts in front of the moon
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| Do you know any pumpkin carols
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| Or have any shells for these
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| Shotgun barrels
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| I gotta nice axe
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| And you’re hot too
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| Even if you were dead
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| I would have never forgot you
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| You’re something deadly
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| I wicked wonder about you
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| You’re not just the final girl
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| I want you in my part 2
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| You’re like a sequel to me
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| You make me nervous
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| And unable to speak
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| Your body’s colder than the graves
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| That’s beneath
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| No more words
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| Listen up
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| Trick or treat
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| Trick or treat for your heart
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| Your love is from Haddonfield
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| I just wanna stab it apart
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| Be for real so many fake
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| Your love is from Crystal Lake
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| I just wanna drown in your arms |