End Credits

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On the stage, the lights so bright
I do my best to act in the night.
But the stage is high, the crowd is thick
I can hear the clock, and it's everlasting tick.

Spinning in a circle, my mind loves to do
I feel myself shaking, can they feel it too?
I start wonder why, why can't I stay awhile?
This can't be it, no, not by miles

But the clock keeps on ticking
The crowd still kicking
The shouts are getting louder
I feel like a coward

The ticking then stops, and silence creeps
That is until, you hear the wind sweep
My blood runs cold, it can't be him
I never thought I would see someone quite so grim

But as the man you thought to be a myth,
Raises his hand holding his scythe
I see the curtain lower ever so slightly
And the end credits roll ever so rightly

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