(Verse 1) Cobblestones whisper, a Derry night's chill, Shadows stretch long, down Neibolt Street's hill. A paper boat drifts, on a sewer's dark flow, Where whispers of Georgie, eternally blow. (Chorus) He floats down the drain, a laughter so cold, A promise unspoken, a story untold. Twenty-seven years, a cycle of dread, The Losers' Club gathers, the fear in their head. (Verse 2) Pennywise grins, a cosmic disguise, Feeding on fear, in his baleful red eyes. He's shapeshifting terror, a nightmare made real, A childhood's lost innocence, a wound that won't heal. (Chorus) He floats down the drain, a laughter so cold, A promise unspoken, a story untold. Twenty-seven years, a cycle of dread, The Losers' Club gathers, the fear in their head. (Bridge) The ironworks hum, a rhythm of doom, A forgotten ritual, sealed in a tomb. Rituals of blood, and a darkness so deep, Secrets they buried, that the city will keep. (Verse 3) Bev's bleeding bath, Richie's nervous tick, Ben's silent sorrow, a terrible quick. Eddie's asthma wheeze, a terror inside, Stan's fear of the dead, nowhere left to hide. (Chorus) He floats down the drain, a laughter so cold, A promise unspoken, a story untold. Twenty-seven years, a cycle of dread, The Losers' Club gathers, the fear in their head. (Outro) The deadlights gleam, a promise of pain, But Derry's held captive, forever in chains. The clown in the sewer, forever remains, Until the next cycle, and the falling of rains... He's waiting... He's watching... He's always been... there.
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