In the dark of night,
when all is quiet,
the creepers come out to play,
They'll snatch you from your bed,
And bite off youre head,
All and every night,
But never in the day.
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In the dark of night, when all is quiet, the creepers come out to play, They'll snatch you from your bed, And bite off youre head, All and every night, But never in the day. Comments
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