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Run, Run, Run Away
When darkness falls,
when it creeps slowly down the halls,
when fear grips you in this creakity house,
not even a mouse,
dare come out.
Tick-tock, tick-tock,
tick-tock dings the grandfather clock,
the wooded stairs creak,
the silent night shreiks,
The house has come to life.
It's finally midnight!
The ghosts have come to play,
run, run, RUN AWAY!
But please come back and play some day...
when it creeps slowly down the halls,
when fear grips you in this creakity house,
not even a mouse,
dare come out.
Tick-tock, tick-tock,
tick-tock dings the grandfather clock,
the wooded stairs creak,
the silent night shreiks,
The house has come to life.
It's finally midnight!
The ghosts have come to play,
run, run, RUN AWAY!
But please come back and play some day...
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