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Time to go to bed.
And rest my shrunken head.
I sometimes call him Ted.
Not sure how long he's been dead.
Wish me luck.
He only cost a buck.
I closed my eyes.
Trying to ignore all the flies.
Things can't get any worst.
Unless, he is cursed?
Oh, Ted.
My little shrunken head.
Sitting on the side of my bed.
Rest well.
I hope I can get over the smell.
Is it rotten eggs that came from hell?
How did I not notice it before,
I brought Ted through my door?
I tell myself,
Just breathe through your mouth.
Give him time to air out.
Because he is Ted my shrunken head.
No time to think of your dollar.
At this late hour.
Can't get it back.
You made a pact.
Ted is yours.
For better or worse.
Just go to bed.
With your shrunken head.
Details
GeneratedAug 24, 2025
Duration1:52
Style
Atmospheric Soundtrack with Epic Percussion and Tension-Building Strings
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LunarOutput334
LunarOutput334ModelAria v4
