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This town is full of monsters |
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Holding hands with other monsters |
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And attempting to be human beings |
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Shuffling around the shops |
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And waving at balloons |
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This town is full of monsters |
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Sitting on park benches |
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Eating little packets of sultanas |
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Licking chocolate off their chubby little fingers |
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And I don't know why |
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It is they scare me |
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But they do |
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And the thing that really frightens me |
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Is that all my friends from school |
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Are turning into monsters |
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Picking patterns out for curtains |
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Making friends with all the other monsters |
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Pushing little baby monsters |
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Around the shops in prams |
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This town is full of monsters |
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Peeping out from under parked cars |
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In multi-storey car park |
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Evil little eyes like fairy lights |
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Blinking in the dark |
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This town is full of monsters |
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Making out with other monsters |
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Picking sweet corn out of their teeth |
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Dipping pissy little fingers |
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In the pick 'n' mix |
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And I don't even know why |
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It is it scares me |
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But it does |
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And the thing that really frightens me |
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Is that the people |
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I used to love |
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Are turning into monsters |
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Getting married having babies |
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Telling me how great their life is |
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And how happy |
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I would be if |
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I could Just be more like them |
