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Verse 1: |
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Come to my window, my house is asleep |
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I?ll leave a light on for you |
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The chain-linked fence slaps against the wind?s cheek |
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Breaking the silent curfew |
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Chorus 1: |
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Through cupped hands, we make plans |
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So they won?t take us away |
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Though harm sleeps, our instincts |
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Are fighting to keep us awake |
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Come and live under my bed |
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Verse 2: |
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(My) closet is where all the wild things hide |
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When I?m alone they take charge |
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But your flashlight?s a gun |
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Yellow bullets of light |
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Battles my fear of the dark |
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Chorus 2: |
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Through cupped hands, we make plans |
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So they won?t take us away |
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Though harm sleeps our instincts |
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Are fighting to keep us awake |
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Come and live under my bed |
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It?s what I?ve always wanted |
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Verse 3: |
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Wake ups are hiccups I have in my dreams |
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I hold my breath till I?m blue |
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Though pins and needles my put me to sleep |
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I?ll never lose feeling for you |
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Chorus 3: |
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Through cupped hands, we make plans |
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So they won?t take us away |
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Though harm sleeps our instincts |
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Are fighting to keep us awake |
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Come and live under my bed |
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It?s what I?ve always wanted |
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Don?t tell anybody especially grown-ups |
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'Cause grown-ups would not understand |
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So come and live under my bed |
