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I got this idea after watching a show about "The Hillside Strangler"
http://soundclick.com/share?songid=7586705
The Sandman
Close all the windows lock all the doors
Put away your paper dolls and pins
Draw tight the curtains don't you make a sound
Looks like the Sandman's back in town
Parsons in the pulpit, heaven knows he tries
Mother Mary's little comfort now
Every sinner's ear is fastened to the ground
Now that the Sandman's back in town
The waitress at the coffee shop, counting up the till
A debutant, a mother or a child
Looks so unassuming, his smile a sweet caress
One more soul tossed in the lost and found
Looks like the Sandman's back in town
Close your eyes, hush now, try to sleep
There'll be scarlet ribbons for your hair
Don't you hide, give into your dreams
He's all alone, and waiting for you there
Hear the sirens singing, do you know the tune
Pretty maidens standing in a row
Moonlight is fading; the beds are all turned down
Now that the Sandman's back in town
The waitress at the coffee shop, counting up the till
A debutant, a mother or a child
Looks so unassuming, his smile a sweet caress
One more soul tossed in the lost and found
Looks like the Sandman's back in town
http://soundclick.com/share?songid=7586705
The Sandman
Close all the windows lock all the doors
Put away your paper dolls and pins
Draw tight the curtains don't you make a sound
Looks like the Sandman's back in town
Parsons in the pulpit, heaven knows he tries
Mother Mary's little comfort now
Every sinner's ear is fastened to the ground
Now that the Sandman's back in town
The waitress at the coffee shop, counting up the till
A debutant, a mother or a child
Looks so unassuming, his smile a sweet caress
One more soul tossed in the lost and found
Looks like the Sandman's back in town
Close your eyes, hush now, try to sleep
There'll be scarlet ribbons for your hair
Don't you hide, give into your dreams
He's all alone, and waiting for you there
Hear the sirens singing, do you know the tune
Pretty maidens standing in a row
Moonlight is fading; the beds are all turned down
Now that the Sandman's back in town
The waitress at the coffee shop, counting up the till
A debutant, a mother or a child
Looks so unassuming, his smile a sweet caress
One more soul tossed in the lost and found
Looks like the Sandman's back in town
