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The fake is drawing near
But you run out of fear
You hear the glass break
You ran so fast you made a mistake
You heard the noise from over there
You saw the creature with no hair
(Shudder...)
(Shudder...)
You held your hand out for a friend
But all you got was Death in the end
But you run out of fear
You hear the glass break
You ran so fast you made a mistake
You heard the noise from over there
You saw the creature with no hair
(Shudder...)
(Shudder...)
You held your hand out for a friend
But all you got was Death in the end
Published 7th Feb 2015
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