The moon guides my way back home
It's late as I walk alone
There woods are not inviting at this time of night
So I pick up the pace
In the air I hear voices everywhere and it is so dark
That I can't make out a face
So I reach for my knife
As the creatures of the night
Let me know there's there
Won't do me no good 'cause
What's in these woods
Is that which I can't kill
I sense something is about
So I gather up my courage
And I take a look around
I look to my left and then to my right
I should have never look behind
I run home as fast as I can
I don't want to ever have to look back again
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