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Candy Apple Red
Blood spatters on walls
A head rolls across the floor
Thirteen frightened people
Run screaming for the door
one of them trips
They all go tumbling down
Get hacked to little pieces
Trying to scramble off the ground
A wrist a throat
any joint will do
Stab them and slice them
and let the stuff spew
Pretty little things
Covered in candy apple red
Pity that to get that way
They pretty much have to be dead.
A head rolls across the floor
Thirteen frightened people
Run screaming for the door
one of them trips
They all go tumbling down
Get hacked to little pieces
Trying to scramble off the ground
A wrist a throat
any joint will do
Stab them and slice them
and let the stuff spew
Pretty little things
Covered in candy apple red
Pity that to get that way
They pretty much have to be dead.
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