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When we sleep we expect sweet dreams
        The kind where we  ride  on moonbeams
Where everything is lovely and nice
            Sweet dreams made of sugar and spice
So it was on Elm street that night
            When children went to sleep expecting dreams of delight
Little did they know that Freddie  would be there
            To turn their dreams into their worst  nightmares

 He goes by the name of Freddie Kruger
           And has claws as sharp as a cougar
 Freddie has a disfigured  face
       On his head a brown fedora sits in place
He wears a striped sweater of green and red
     And comes to steal your soul  when you're asleep in bed


 So the children wouldn't sleep at night
        They were in a perpetual state of fright
But sooner or later some would nod off to sleep
             And  come the morning you wouldn't hear a peep
In the night they had screamed and screamed
      But no one heard them, it was just a dream

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