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Last light's out |
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They're all abed |
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And something's in my room |
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Creeping down towards me on the wall |
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Daddy said it's just some flickering |
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Headlight through the gloom |
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Making shapes through trees outside the hall |
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But what the hell does he know? |
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He doesn't feel the dread |
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The cold restricting terror in the dark |
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I've seen that silhouette before |
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Something the newsman said |
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Something about some monster in the park |
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Chorus: |
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It's you, you're the man on the tv screen |
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It's you front page face of the dead |
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Locked up in the light of day |
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At night come out to play |
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To terrorize me there above my bed |
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The air is still and heavy now |
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There's thunder in the sky |
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He's dreaming up some message he can send |
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I'm scared completely helpless |
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And i think i'm going to cry |
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Are grownups brave or do they just pretend? |
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His face is growing clearer |
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I can see his eyes glow red |
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My teddy bear's the only friend i can feel |
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The shadow's hand slips down the wall |
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And touches teddy's head |
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I now suspect that shadow will touch me |
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Chorus |
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Repeat chorus |
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It's you... |
