As I laid my head to rest, my grandmother she said.
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I have for you a fairy tale of a friend I knew so well.
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The story that I tell you, is as close as you can feel.
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So close your eyes and go to sleep, I'll make your dreams come real.
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There was a boy just like you, a handsome lad he was.
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He never played with the other children, he was the only son.
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His father and his mother, spoiled him with toys.
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His grandmother, she was a witch, a scare to little boys.
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They called her Mrs. Victoria
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The little girls and boys their stories told ya
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On Halloween the children didn't dare
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They knew behind the door there was a scare
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He went to school just like you, he never missed a class
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But all the other children, they made fun of him and laughed
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His teacher she felt sorry for him, put him above the rest
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But all his mates they beat and bruised him, called him the teacher's pet
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They called her Mrs. Victoria
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They didn't like her grandson so they showed her
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They beat him up before an after school
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To all the kids he was the fool of fools
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[guitar solo]
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His name was Johnny just like yours, a lonely boy he'd been
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He knew his grandma was the reason why he had no friends
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All the children hated her, they hated this young boy
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He thought that he would kill her, he was ready to destroy
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Her name was Mrs. Victoria
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He stabbed her in the back, the blood poured from her
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Now Johnny lives alone, he has no problems or no pain
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Inside an asylum, for the insane.
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Mrs Victoria
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| Warlord |
