| Gather round and listen to
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| The tales I have to tell
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| Of demons, death and misery
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| In this wonderland called Hell
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| The things that children dream of
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| Are present in this land
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| Look in my eyes and trust me
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| Come take my hand
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| The looking glass doth break
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| Revealing all inside
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| A land of joy and misery
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| No place for you to hide
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| We are your darkest fears
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| Faerie tale, nightmare fantasy
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| Keeper or souls, stealer or breath
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| The legions, revel in ecstasy
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| The nightmares that awake you
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| Believe that they are real
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| The demons laugh and feast upon
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| The children’s hearts they steal
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| Tempted into darkness
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| By those who would be true
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| Lured and deceived
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| By the evil that we do
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| Sugar and spice and everything nice
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| Fortune favors the chosen few
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| Laughter and tears, heartache and tears
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| Emotional torture inside of you
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| Sing a song of sixpence
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| Mummy’s going to die
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| Daddy is the devil
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| And baby’s going to cry
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| You’re safe with me
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| You wait with bated breath
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| The pied piper plays his song
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| Come follow to your death |