| Are you scared of spiders
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| Creepin' in your bed?
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| Suffering the violent
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| Thoughts inside your head
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| Talk about silence, and violence
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| And dead men, and spiders
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| Monster under my bed
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| Can’t get them out of my head
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| Too high, too low
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| Won’t check behind my door
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| No more, no more
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| I ain’t afraid of no ghosts
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| Fifteen men on a dead man’s chest
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| Sinking to the bottom of the sea
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| I sail my boat on a sea of fears
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| But I won’t ever let 'em bother me
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| Wh-wh-what are you afraid of
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| When the nightmares come
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| And the darkness kills the day
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| Tell me what you’re scared of
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| When you can’t wake up
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| And your legs won’t run away
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| Wh-wh-what are you afraid of
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| Tell me what you’re scared of
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| Tell me what you’re scared of
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| What are you afraid of
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| Every night when I fall asleep
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| My mind plays tricks
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| And I wonder what it means
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| When I’m pullin' out my teeth
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| I can barely breathe
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| And the blood runs cold
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| From my head to my feet
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| So I start to believe
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| That I’m six feet deep
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| Locked in a box
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| Having psychopathic dreams
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| Now I’m trapped in a web
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| Wishing I was dead
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| With a noose around my neck
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| Talk about silence, and violence
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| And dead men, and spiders
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| Monster under my bed
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| Can’t get them out of my head
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| Too high, too low
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| Won’t check behind my door
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| No more, no more
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| I ain’t afraid of no ghosts
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| Fifteen men on a deadman’s chest
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| Sinking to the bottom of the sea
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| I sail my boat on a sea of fears
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| But I won’t ever let 'em bother me
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| Wh-wh-what are you afraid of
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| When the nightmares come
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| And the darkness kills the day
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| Tell me what you’re scared of
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| When you can’t wake up
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| And your legs won’t run away
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| Wh-wh-what are you afraid of
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| Tell me what you’re scared of
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| Tell me what you’re scared of
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| What are you afraid of
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| Let me tell ya about a story
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| I was younger in my days
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| Was a little boy
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| Always running, was afraid
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| Everybody thinking
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| I was very, very strange
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| Talking to myself
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| I remember what I’d say
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| Let me tell ya about a story
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| I was younger in my days
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| Was a little boy
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| Always running, was afraid
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| Everybody thinking
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| I was very, very strange
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| Talking to myself
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| I remember what I’d say
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| Fifteen men on a deadman’s chest
|
| Sinking to the bottom of the sea
|
| I sail my boat on a sea of fears
|
| But I won’t ever let 'em bother me
|
| Wh-wh-what are you afraid of
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| When the nightmares come
|
| And the darkness kills the day
|
| Tell me what you’re scared of
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| When you can’t wake up
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| And your legs won’t run away
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| What are you afraid of
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| Tell me what you’re scared of
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| Tell me what you’re scared of
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| What are you afraid of
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| When the nightmares come
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| And the darkness kills the day
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| When you can’t wake up
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| And your legs won’t run away
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| Tell me what you’re scared of |