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    sitting up late at night
    i tiptoe through the darkness
    cold as hell black as spades
    aware of my immediate surrounding
    in my place i escape
    up into my hideout
    hiding from everyone
    my friends all say
    dave you're mental any way hey!
    drift into a deeper state
    i stalk the cobwebbed stairways
    dirt grits beneath my feet
    the stair creaks, i precariously sneak

    hypnosis guides my hand
    i slipslide through the walkways
    sit in granny's rockin' chair
    memories are whirling by yeah
    reminisce in the attic
    lucretia waits impatiently
    cobwebs make me squint
    the cobra so eloquently glints
    moonbeams surge through the sky
    the crystal ball's energized
    surely that like the cat waiting
    lucretia rocks away
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