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13 Scratches an evil number.
Blood on your back while you slumber.
I thought I would be safe here,
I guess not.
Welts on your skin.. Burning hot.
Leaving the demon pentagram
Now this time you will learn.
Not to play with something
This evil, it will burn.
Turning my back
Running away.
From this evil thing
Don't come or stay.
Blood on your back while you slumber.
I thought I would be safe here,
I guess not.
Welts on your skin.. Burning hot.
Leaving the demon pentagram
Now this time you will learn.
Not to play with something
This evil, it will burn.
Turning my back
Running away.
From this evil thing
Don't come or stay.
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