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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
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Apr 27, 2015
Apr 27, 2015 at 4:18 PM UTC
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
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phoenyxking
Apr 27, 2015
Apr 27, 2015 at 4:18 PM UTC
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