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When that little girl of yours,
Is sitting behind those closed doors,
Well you better watch her carefully,
What sort of evil could she be conjuring!
When you feel that fear inside,
Burning like the devil's pride,
Your mind plays tricks with every sound,
Better pray the dead stay in the ground.
'Cause its one on one with the devil's pawn,
Run, run, run! Til crack of dawn.
Don't slow down or they'll suck your soul,
'Cause it's hell o'clock and the terror won't stop.
Well your blood is boiling hot,
And all your flesh begins to rot,
You run away from the stench of death,
Don't ever stop or it'll be your last breath.
Blackness and screams have fill night,
You hope that there's an end in sight,
And from your eyes you start to bleed,
This madness is the devil's deed!
'Cause its one on one with the devil's pawn,
Run, run, run! Til crack of dawn.
Don't slow down or they'll suck your soul,
'Cause it's hell o'clock and the terror won't stop.