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i ran upstaires in quite a fright

i see my sister and hold on tight

she shrugs but knows something is not right

i hear a noise scratches i freak

as it creeps out of the night

i turn to my sister

with fright in her eyes 

she stands with fear 

i need to move for us to be clear

i sprint to the curb it jumps right away

i duck to the left but got scratched anyway

as i moan it attacks with rage in its eyes

i feel my life as it passes my by

my sister she crys to fight survive

i stand on my feet with strength in my eyes

it grants me grate plesure to tell you these lies

my head feels lighter with no more ties 

to these funny things they call voiced lies