| You have been living this nightmare
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| Many many times before
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| Don’t make a move hold your breath
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| Never ever look behind the door, no
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| You see nothing but you can’t deny
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| The cold breath of air you feel
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| And now the only question is
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| Is it fake or is it real?
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| As the night is creeping up your bed you got to
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| Grip it tighter, grip it tighter
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| Pull the sheets over your head don’t say a word and
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| Grip it tighter, grip it tighter
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| Grip it tighter, grip it tighter
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| It’s pitch black and you’re watched
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| By a million burning pairs of eyes
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| You try to sneak, try to run, try to leave
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| But you can’t when you’re paralyzed
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| You see nothing but you can’t deny
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| The cold breath of air you feel
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| And now the only question is
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| Is it fake or is it real?
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| As the night is creeping up your bed you got to
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| Grip it tighter, grip it tighter
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| Pull the sheets over your head don’t say a word and
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| Grip it tighter, grip it tighter
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| Grip it tighter, grip it tighter
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| Grip it tighter, grip it tighter
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| As the night is creeping up your bed you got to
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| Grip it tighter, grip it tighter
|
| Pull the sheets over your head don’t say a word and
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| Grip it tighter, grip it tighter
|
| As the night is creeping up your bed you got to
|
| Grip it tighter, grip it tighter
|
| Pull the sheets over your head don’t say a word and
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| Grip it tighter, grip it tighter
|
| As the night is creeping up your bed you got to
|
| Grip it tighter, grip it tighter
|
| Pull the sheets over your head don’t say a word and
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| Grip it tighter, grip it tighter
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| Grip it tighter, grip it tighter
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| Grip it tighter |