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I am the key to the lock in your house |
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That keeps your toys in the basement, |
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And if you get too far inside |
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You'll only see my reflection. |
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It's always best with the covers up |
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I am the pick in the ice, |
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Do not cry out or hit the alarm, |
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You know we're friends till we die. |
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And either way you turn I'll be there, |
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Open up your skull, I'll be there |
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Climbing up the walls. |
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It's always best when the light is off, |
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It's always better on the outside, |
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Fifteen blows to the back of your head |
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Fifteen blows to the skull. |
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So lock the kids up safe tonight, |
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And shut the eyes in the cupboard |
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I've got the smile of a local man |
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Who's got the loneliest feeling. |
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That either way you turn, I'll be there |
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Open up your skull and I'll be there |
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Climbing up the walls |
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Climbing up the walls. |
