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As a child I would wake at night I was scared but I kept real quiet Shadows on the walls moving in on me And underneath my sheets I could barely breathe
As a child I would wake at night. I was scared but I kept real quiet. Shadows on the walls moving in on me... And underneath my sheets I could barely