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"Timathy Braks"
Figure out what that zombie said
Lava all over the room
Got a half-heart left, man, I am doomed
Don't have any iron bars
My pick just broke into some shards
Scary noise, what should I do?
Go left or right? I'll have to choose
Visions of last time flash inside my mind
I'm scared, oh well
And I'm pretty sure there's a big creeper right there
Don't mine at night
I know you're lookin' at that cave
And you're feelin' kinda' brave
Go to bed you'll be alright
Don't mine at night
There's nothing that is gonna change
If you just wait until the day
Zombies wanna eat your brains
Don't mine at night
I know it's me you're gonna thank
Make a bed it's not too late
Three wool and three wooden planks
Don't mine at night
How many times I have to say
Drop the pick and walk away-a, woah