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Hide the window watching |
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Give hands that push the faces back |
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Shiver in the alleys |
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And dying in the cold |
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Little hands and little faces |
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What are you running from? |
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They're creeping on your satin sheets |
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And dancing in your nightmare |
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Watching at the window |
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The ledge which we provide |
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There's something up above me |
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There's something scratching softly |
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Little monsters in the chimney |
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All black and stained with soot |
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Come creeping to my bedroom |
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And lead me here to sleep |
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Dancing in your darkness |
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Dancing in your fear |
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Forgetting all your hidden monsters |
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Shedding all your tears |
