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When I'm Home Alone

When I'm by myself
In my house all alone
I'm afraid when I hear a knoch on the door
I don't dare to answer the phone

That bumping I hear in my closet
Is a monster ready to strike
And when I hear the creaky ceiling
I nearly die of fright

As I shufffle up the hallway
With a frying pan in my grip
And a football helmet on my head
I'm sure this nights my last

I'm prepared to meet the killer
The psycho at my door
With my pillow armor strapped to my chest
I needn't fear no more

I turn the door knob slowly
Ready to face my fate
When appears my mothers enraged glare
"Why are you up this late?!?!"





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