clear your mind hide your fear
donīt look around
donīt turn around
pennywise is here
evil lurks in his eyes
the clown they call pennywise
heīs a monster
heīs not human
heīs more than just a figment of your imagination
you canīt run canīt hide
thereīs no way to escape pennywise
heīll creep inside your soul at night
and torment nice and slow
donīt turn around or look around
pennywise will know
heīll make you wish that you were dead
and make it hard to cope
heīll make you wish that you were dead
and hanging by a rope
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