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As the night surrounds me
I feel his coffin in the wind
I hear my parents yelling at me
Don't go there again
There's been three old ladies butchered
By his spirit that won't die
He's got Uncle Fred's resemblance
But he's got the devil's eyes

He's a wounded family heirloom
Something snapped inside his mind
They say don't go out to see him
Or you won't come back alive
No, you won't come back alive
No, you won't come back alive

But I ignore their wishes
'Cause he was kind to me long ago
I have these memories of Christmas
Sleigh rides in the snow
I see him crouching in the corner
Wave, "Hi Uncle Fred; it's Tommy, see!"
As a tear fell on his knife blade
He killed himself instead of me

He's a wounded family heirloom
Something snapped inside his mind
They say don't go out to see him
Or you won't come back alive
No, you won't come back alive
No, you won't come back alive

(Laughter)

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