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LI's Halloween Intro: Writing Ex |
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A/N: Another band, another song.
When the clock,
Strikes 12,
Things begin to happen.
Things begins to move,
When they're not supposed to,
Breathe.
Somewhere down the hall,
'Cross the hall,
And down the left.
There's an open window,
And the screams.
Chorus:
Come little children,
Down the hall,
And make a left,
You won't regret it,
We promise!
Just yell out,
"TRICK OR TREAT,"
You're bound to receive,
The best of worlds.
She stood on the porch,
Singing a lullaby to her baby.
Listen children,
Maybe you can hear,
The sound of fear,
In that baby's ear.
Please don't be alarmed,
Such a such a story is false,
You see?
No such thing as fear,
Let's try to make it clear.
Chorus:
Come little children,
Onto the rocker,
And swing to and fro,
You won't regret it,
We promise!
Just yell out,
"TRICK OR TREAT,"
You're bound to receive,
The best of worlds.
Do you believe in tales,
where things come back,
On the night of a full moon,
Of Halloween day?
Oh, children, such a sight!
The stories to tell,
The people who's lives,
Have been taken!
The sad, unfortunate souls,
Lost between fingers of time.
Chorus:
Come little children,
Down the hall,
And make a left,
You won't regret it,
We promise!
Just yell out,
"TRICK OR TREAT,"
You're bound to receive,
The best of worlds.
Do you believe,
When the clock
Strikes 12,
Things begin to happen.
Things begins to move,
When they're not supposed to,
Breathe?
We believe.
 Ukeire · Mon Apr 27, 2009 @ 06:33am · 0 Comments |
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