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by Andy Partridge

Shalloween is the one night of the year
When the face mask slips and we see who we really are.
Shalloween is the one night we should fear
When the fabric rips and we glimpse every private scar.

Midnight chimes, the witching hour.
I'm sweet to strangers but inside I'm sour,
And the darkness is lighting up all that it can.
Dead of night but I'm cursed with life,
A jack-o-lantern hollowed by a knife,
And I'm praying
"Don't leave me alone with this man
On Shalloween."

Shalloween is the one night of the year
When the face mask slips and we see who we really are.

Memory calls, not for trick or treat
But to push its skewer through my thinking meat,
And the mirror pictures a crumbling sham.

Every monstrous fantasy 
Has come to call upon the face of me
And I'm nearer
To not knowing just who I am.
Shalloween.

Shalloween is the one night we should fear
When the fabric rips and we glimpse every private scar.

Shalloween
Shalloween
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