The Shape

You think you're alone
Talking on your telephone
You think you're alone
But the shape still watches from your window. GO

You think you're alone
Talking on your telephone
You think you're alone
But the shape still watches from your window

Everyone you love is gone now
Everyone you know is dead now
And soon you'll be his victim
You'll be six feet underground when
Everyone you love is dead now
Everyone you know is gone now
And soon you'll be his victim
You'll be six feet underground

When you walk around
You see autumn's come to town
Everyone is going down
In your tired and sleepy town

October 31st
You're walking through the eerie streets of Haddonfield Illinois
1978
An eerie chill fills the breeze
And in the distance a shape takes form

God knows that you won't escape
You won't get away
I won't be around when you're lying on the ground
Go knows that you won't escape
You won't get away
I won't be around when you're lying on the ground
You'll be six feet under ground
When you're lying on the ground
Laurie Stroud is dead now
Go mike go



Credits
Writer(s): Ryan Poncho
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