| Black-out, the power’s been tripped
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| Better not slip, watch your step
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| Quiet, someone might hear
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| They know that you’re there
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| 'cause your flashlight’s dim and flickering
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| Holy mother run for cover
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| Hot on my shoulder
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| Far from over
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| It goes on, on, on, on, on Fright night, won’t leave you alone
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| Fright night, you may never get home
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| Dead night, the chicks are coming to roost
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| You hear the most horrible sounds
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| Your heart, how heavy it pounds
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| You fear the worse is yet to come
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| Listen, what’s that shadow on the ceiling
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| Who’s that, whispering your brain sick
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| Who’s there, hanging by my window
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| Swinging patiently
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| The taste that’s been left in your mouth
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| Of rot but for acid a drought
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| Your head, you will never empty it out
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| Listen what’s that shadow on the ceiling
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| Who’s that fingering my brainstem
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| Who’s there hanging round my window
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| Swinging patiently
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| Come no closer brisket choker
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| Boxed dog scratching
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| Earth collapsing
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| Sky is gone, gone, gone, gone, gone,
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| Gone, gone, gone, gone, gone, |