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La Casa 3 aka Ghosthouse
Someone's shout I hear
It's inside of me
I can't sleep
The house is alive, it speaks to me again
The ghost here lives, it will not leave us,
The ghost here lives, what is real?
A knock in the dark corner
And the fear has come
Creek - an old door, and the smell of evil
Light diminishes, the darkness will come
A crypt, there's a body
A wicked looking doll
A black princess, burnt by fire
The flame will destroy it, and return to their world
Ghost house, old chest
Bright light
The girl's a slave to her malicious doll
Ghost house, sick mind
Fear's here, it's in your heart
Life and death, has come to take you
I hear the children crying
Death & Life, your days are outnumbered
I hear a dead march playing in my mind
It's inside of me
I can't sleep
The house is alive, it speaks to me again
The ghost here lives, it will not leave us,
The ghost here lives, what is real?
A knock in the dark corner
And the fear has come
Creek - an old door, and the smell of evil
Light diminishes, the darkness will come
A crypt, there's a body
A wicked looking doll
A black princess, burnt by fire
The flame will destroy it, and return to their world
Ghost house, old chest
Bright light
The girl's a slave to her malicious doll
Ghost house, sick mind
Fear's here, it's in your heart
Life and death, has come to take you
I hear the children crying
Death & Life, your days are outnumbered
I hear a dead march playing in my mind
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