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Well, I live with snakes and lizards |
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And other things that go bump in the night |
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'Cause to me, every day is Halloween |
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I have given up hiding and started to fight |
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I have started to fight - well, any time |
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Any place, anywhere that I go |
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All the people seem to stop and stare, they say |
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"Why are you dressed like it's Halloween? |
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You look so absurd, you look so obscene" |
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Oh, why can't I live a life for me? |
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Why should I take the abuse that's served? |
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Why can't they see they're just like me |
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It's the same, it's the same in the whole wide world |
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Well, I let their teeny minds think |
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That they're dealing with someone who is over the brink |
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And I dress this way just to keep them at bay |
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'Cause Halloween is every day, it's every day, oh |
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Why can't I live a life for me? |
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Why should I take the abuse that's served? |
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Why can't they see they're just like me |
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It's the same, it's the same in the whole wide world |
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Oh, why can't I live a life for me? |
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Why should I take the abuse that's served? |
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Why can't they see they're just like me? |
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I'm not the one that's so absurd, why hide it? |
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Why fight it? Hurt feelings, best to stop feeling |
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Hurt from denials, reprisals, it's the same |
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It's the same in the whole wide world |
