Weird wind
Blowin' mint
And nightly smells
A weak knocker
Don't scare me
And no machines allowed
Take this night into consideration
Go and haunt another evil man
For i´m cold and boring
I´m old and toying (you)
If i sneak behind you to spy on your ideas
Kill me, knocker please right away
For i´m old and naughty
I´m old and going, going to die anyway
Tonight
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