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Here comes The Smiling Man
With bowler hat and cane in hand
Comes from a land unknown to man
ʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴇꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴍᴇ ᴀᴡᴀʏ
With his creepy little smile
Happiness stretching out a mile
Taking away my thoughts most vile
ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴍʏ ᴘᴀɪɴ ᴀᴡᴀʏ
In the corner of my room
He appears amidst the doom and gloom
Sweeps the sadness away with a dark broom
ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇꜱᴇ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛꜱ ɢᴏ ᴀᴡᴀʏ
He sits next to me on the bed
A black substance his eyes bled
And in a hushed voice he said
ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴛʜ ᴘᴀɪɴ ɢᴏ ᴀᴡᴀʏ
He promised to hurt those who caused me pain
Those who did their worst would be slain
Not for bloodlust or his own gain
ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ɪ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘᴀɪɴ ᴛᴏ ɢᴏ ᴀᴡᴀʏ
He silently crawls around at night
Giving his enemies a deathly fright
Every time he whispers a light
ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ᴍᴀᴋɪɴɢ ʜɪꜱ ᴘᴀɪɴ ɢᴏ ᴀᴡᴀʏ
So every night I lie awake
Making watch with no mistake
Thanking the Smiling man for my sake
ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀɪɴ ᴀᴡᴀʏ