The Corner of the Room

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I'm peering straight down at myself
 In this place we are two of three
 We are not alone
 I can sense the presence of evil
 I'm cold stiff, I'm petrified
 In the ceiling, in the wood, in the walls
 He hisses, he laughs
 He makes himself known to me
 I'm shaking, he's coming close
 Not knowing who is real, I ask myself
 What do I do?
 What do I do?
 He looked into my eyes and said don't breathe
 

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Duration
02:37
Key
11
Tempo
90 BPM

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