| They have to go.
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| Get out of the house!
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| Get out of the house!
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| Leave! |
| Right now!
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| They need help!
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| But no soul seems to be around
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| Ghastly are the calls of some black crows
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| Shrieking outside
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| As if these creatures sense the fact
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| That someone inside just die
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| Traumatized and shocked!
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| With trembling hands the girl grabs a piece of pie
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| A bottle of water, a knife for protection
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| And throws all that in a plastic bag.
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| Run!!!
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| The monster is still asleep
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| And his two children run fast while the weep
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| Driven by an intense anxiety
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| The second escape to safety
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| They will never forget
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| Such a devastating sight
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| The image of their mother’s
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| Successful suicide
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| They definitely learnt the hard way
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| From their mistake
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| There’s another path through the woods
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| They now will take
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| The children are tired and afraid
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| They went astray from the only path
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| They are now lost in the cold depths of these baleful woods
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| The dark is getting thicker and thicker and thicker
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| Oh… come little brother, we must seek shelter now
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| We will wait until the next day
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| At dawn we will find the way
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| Oh thank god, daylight!
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| It was a most frightening and dreary night
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| The sun smiles friendly down upon this place
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| It lights a path out of this maze
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| The forest is now behind them
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| And the city has been found
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| Though their attention gets drawn
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| To a small weatherworn playground
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| Hungry, thirsty
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| Such an exhausting journey
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| Catching their breaths on a scratched bench
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| Next to a rusty slide
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| Here hangs a filthy stench
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| They hear a squeaking sound
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| And someone suddenly begins to sing
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| A man dressed up as a clown, singing songs
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| On the swing
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| His face seems friendly
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| But also kind of sick
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| And… Ta-da!
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| He makes their sorrows shortly disappear
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| Oh children,
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| There is a house built of gingerbread
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| Covered with cakes and a thousand sweets
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| It is mine.
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| Follow me.
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| You will see.
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| You can eat.
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| You’ll be warm.
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| You’ll be just fine.
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| He conjures up two candies
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| They look sweet but are somehow tasteless
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| They become drowsy in the back of the car
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| And then they lose their consciousness
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| They lose their consciousness
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| Children, there is no house built of a gingerbread ahead
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| My sweetest lies all lead towards a bitter place instead
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| But one thing I promise you is true
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| No one will ever find you. |