Don't look outside at night
It may be the worst thing to do
Don't follow the voice of that child
They may just be lying to you
Push me on the swingset
Take me to the park
Murder on the playground
Hiding in the dark
Razorblades and see-saws
Running Through the trees
Fall into the lake
With the waterbugs and reeds
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