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I wake up every morning |
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I get up every day |
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I fight the ghosts in my closet |
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And they don't know that I am afraid |
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The neighbours know I'm alone now |
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But they don't care what I do |
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The billboard wants me to bite them |
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But I don't want to |
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I am writing to you |
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King Kong is not dead |
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The doors were meant to be open |
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That's such a nice thing to say |
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Outside there's playboys and children |
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Throwing balls, kissing wallflowers' hands |
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I make the most of my hours |
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I take the ghosts to a show |
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We don't like candy and popcorn |
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We just like you |
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And we don't want you to go |
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King Kong is not dead |
