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A mumble in close quarters
Whispers in some foreign tongue
The tone one of distant threats
A dangling sword, a hint of death
One room to transform to a tomb
Decay confined behind a closet door
Freak figurines high on the shelf
Gaze downward as the evening falls
The "convenience" of a shoebox home
All within such easy reach
A hand outstretched to find the light
Gropes desperately, and feels the bite.
Whispers in some foreign tongue
The tone one of distant threats
A dangling sword, a hint of death
One room to transform to a tomb
Decay confined behind a closet door
Freak figurines high on the shelf
Gaze downward as the evening falls
The "convenience" of a shoebox home
All within such easy reach
A hand outstretched to find the light
Gropes desperately, and feels the bite.
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