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Hint
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Answer
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I'm being tortured and tortured to death, the cycle over and over again
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Every Body
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Turn on the TV and listen for sounds, stayed up all night scared for my life
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Living Room
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Glitching through the system, can't outrun better watch your step, if not ill come
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LOL
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From zero to twenty animatronics are hunting me at my desk and im wondering if im going to make it back home
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Custom Night
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I like it I crave it, as your pulse begins to fade, I suit up and tighten my bow
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Freddy Says
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Constantly hit with a slap to the face like a trap, and the tick tick of the clock
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Lefty
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Hear the whispers in the dark and I close all the door, but I feel the wind is blowing cold
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Nightmare
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Didn't believe the stories I heard, to be honest it sounded absurd, but I needed the money
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Dark
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Evil at its finest, your final days are grim, Killing yous my favourite kind of sin
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Temperature
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When the music stops, I'll be slithering about, checking all the cameras
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Kill Tonight
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I've got angels and demons, I see robots and Heathens
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Into the Pit
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Debating with these robots infiltrating round the clock, and I thought I lost
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Memory
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I've gone insane from the mental strain, all aboard this nightmare train
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She Knows
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When you hear the footsteps heat sets in, better not forget where they came in
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The Attic
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Mentally ill I got no chill, Gregory stand still while I get ready to kill
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Drop
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Hidden in a mask, I do this often voice in my head ask who's talkin
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Right Back
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What's going on in my brain, there's something wrong in my head
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No Joy
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I've been patiently waiting for someone to take the bait, I made a couple of enemies
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One bite
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Their secrets sit behind their ugly glowing eyes, pure evils comin from inside
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One more Night
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Keep calm carry on, when it seems like the end, when you feel ruined
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Mimic
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Im gonna bleed, Im gonna stay, I'll never leave till night becomes day
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Total Insecurity
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I drag you in watch you decompose inside out, ripping out your heart to feel a heartbeat
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Misfit
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Can you smell the fumes leak propane from my brain, strike a match and pour the gasoline
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Burn
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