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MegaDeth Lucretia Typed by The Punisher Sitting up late at night I tiptoe through the darkness Cooled as hell black as spades Aware of my immediate surroundings In my place I escape Up into my hideout Hiding from everyone My friends all say Dave your mental anyway hey! Drift into a deeper state I stalk the cobwebbed stairways Dirt grits beneath my feet The stair creaks, I precariously sneak Hypnosis guides my hand I slipside through the walkways Sit in granny's rockn' chair Memmories are whirling by yeah Reminisce in the attic Lucretia waits impatiently Cobwebs make me squint The cobra so eloquently glints Moonbeams surge through the sky The crystal ball's energized Surelt that like the cat waiting Luctretia ricks away

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