Hey little buddy, sitting by the road,
Go home now, the hour is late
There have been murders about
You don't want a similar fate
Go home now, the hour is late
There have been murders about
You don't want a similar fate
Stop crying little one, speak up now
For there is evil in the air
What's that I see in your hand?
Tickets to the raptorsville fair?
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