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There's a monster in my closet, He tells me how I'll die, He tells me when I'll go, When I'll say goodbye, Oh this monster in my closet, Hears a tap on my window, There's a crow waiting,
I’ve always liked that sense of style With the chains And the blood The gore and the bats and the spiders
There has always been something special about October About Halloween About the Addams Family and their sadistic values There's something about the moon at night
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