I have no sane family, not really, the dolls are coming.
The flames, the screams, it’s my fault, the dolls are coming.
Help me. Help ME! The dolls are coming.
Can’t I just go back, the dolls are coming.
I hear Summers voice, the dolls are coming.
I hear Thomas’s cry, the dolls are coming.
I hear the footsteps, the dolls are here…
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