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Apr 2015
Goodnight
Lights, lights
Spinning overhead
Night, night
Falls instead
Bite, bite
He's under your bed
Spite, spite
Is what fills his head
So goodnight, goodnight
You'll soon be dead
Phoenyx
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Phoenyx
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