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THE ROOM
It's evil and it hides
In that room
It lurks inside the walls
Under the bed
I hurry past
And turn my head
But nothing's there
The room is bare
As I enter the room
I sense a dark gloom
And an icy cold blast
As a breeze hurries past
And when I dream
Your always there
I wake up in cold sweat and stare
My dream had become a nightmare
I walk into that room
I turn around
I stop and stare
But nothing's there
Or is there? |