This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is coincidental and unintentional.
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is coincidental and unintentional.
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is coincidental and unintentional.
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is coincidental and unintentional.
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is coincidental and unintentional.
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual people, living or dead, is coincidental and unintentional.


This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is coincidental and unintentional.
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To not come close, aware of the dark
I heard you
He's a man of your taste
Trapped in my house, barely built by himself
And now, it's got to end
He's far, there's no one to invite to come inside
Everyone knows
That he is the only one who lives inside since then
Stay away from the house
Keep away from the bells
To not come close, aware of the dark
I heard you
He's a man of your taste
Trapped in my house, barely built by himself
And now, it's got to end
He's a man of your taste
Trapped in my house, barely built by himself
Keep away from the bells
To not come close, aware of the dark
He's a man of your taste
Trapped in my house, barely built by himself
Keep away from the bells
To not come close, aware of the dark
He's a man of your taste
Trapped in my house, barely built by himself
And now, it's got to end
He's a man of your taste
I'll be right by your side
I will not let you go