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I woke up,

In the mirror I had my closeup.

There was a hole in my throat,

Fastly I slipped into my coat.

I went to the hospital,

I was worried I recall.

I gave the fault to Abra,

Who was able to the macabre.

Abra suddenly appeared;

He knocked on my door.

But I was startled,

So I slammed the door.

Later I went into the hallway,

And there he called me bitch.

I thought he would beat me up,

But he turned his back and walked away.

I waked up,

In the mirror I had my closeup.

There was a hole in my throat,

Fastly I slipped into my coat.

I went to the hospital,

I was worried I recall.

I gave the fault to Abra,

Who was able to the macabre.

I waked up,

In the mirror I had my closeup.

There was a hole in my throat,

Fastly I slipped into my coat.

I went to the hospital,

I was worried I recall.

I gave the fault to Abra,

Who was able to the macabre.

I waked up,

In the mirror I had my closeup.

There was a hole in my throat,

Fastly I slipped into my coat.

I went to the hospital,

I was worried I recall.

I gave the fault to Abra,

Who was able to the macabre.

Abra suddenly appeared;

He knocked on my door.

But I was startled,

So I slammed the door.

Later I went into the hallway,

And there he called me bitch.

I thought he would beat me up,

But he turned his back and went away.

I waked up,

In the mirror I had my closeup.

There was a hole in my throat,

Fastly I slipped into my coat.

I went to the hospital,

I was worried I recall.

I gave the fault to Abra,

Who was able to the macabre.

Abra suddenly appeared;

He knocked on my door.

But I was startled,

So I slammed the door.

Later I went into the hallway,

And there he called me bitch.

I thought he would beat me up,

But he turned his back and went away.