| Scrambling for matches
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| Determined to burn it to ashes
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| She threw the Ouija board to the flames and kneeled to pray
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| «I wish I never ever ever listened to my friends
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| Who had said it would be fun to play
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| Now the one that follows me
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| A predator, and me its new prey»
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| Cloaked by a shroud of darkness
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| Resurrecting forces she could never ever understand
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| That seemingly innocent game, now chanting
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| «Charlie — Charlie’s not a friend»
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| No sleep, no peace, but — fear
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| Forever caged in a ghostly sphere
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| Unblessed by a violent host
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| Possessed by a virulent ghost
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| A visceral rumble shakes the house to its core
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| And jagged cracks cut through walls and the floor
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| Three times thunder strikes, a blinding bright white
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| Shattering windows, inverting the night
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| Between the chaos now spread throughout
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| She desperately cries out loud:
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| «I beg of you Charlie, release me from this!
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| Unchain me from the depths of the abyss»
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| No sleep, no peace, but — fear
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| Forever caged in a ghostly sphere
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| Unblessed by a violent host
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| Possessed by a virulent ghost
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| One month ago, she uncovered an artefact
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| A strange casket like an alien tesseract
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| «Thou Shalt Not Open» inscribed in blood where it locks
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| Yet in her ignorance she opened this pitch-black box
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| Unleashing Charlie, a force vengeful and strong
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| Did you open the box before hearing this song? |