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Midnight Madness

A lonely walk, along an empty street, Gives me the chills of a frightening- feat. Once the midnight blood moon climbs up the sky, It's much more thrillin' than horror's peak.
There I met, a gory man With a bunch of witches, Makin' a baleful plan. Well, ya know to conquer us.
They might get the hell outta you, yeah.
He sensed my presence, It was a wicked grin; When I made my mind, To wear out my limbs.
No matter how I try, That devil's on my trail He's nearing me And I turn pale.
I made my prays, For a saving god But hey, is he here? What! Why not?
When he's got hold of me, Then I make a terrified scream, Leave me 'lone, is this a dream?
I woke up yellin' It's Eight o'clock God, I'm late for school! Ain't no time for a talk.

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