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Now there is no room for doubt |
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You chew it up and spit it out |
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And you even start to think |
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You know what you're about |
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Then it comes out of nowhere |
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And it pins you to the floor |
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It's a defeaning roar |
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And you cannot be sure |
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If it's the monster under your bed |
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Or the voices in your head |
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Screaming like that |
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'cause you thought the voices were dead |
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That the monster had left with your old single bed |
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Now there is no time to waste |
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You're getting older every day |
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But you take another look |
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And you're fifteen again |
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And you're so scared of everyone |
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Unless they're uglier than you |
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And you're ashamed of what you're up to |
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And you cannot be sure |
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If it's the monster under your bed |
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Or the voices in your head |
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Screaming like that |
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'cause you thought that the voices were dead |
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That the monster had left with your old single bed |
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And now it's so far so good |
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So why do I feel no different? |
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Give me a reason |
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It's always one step forward and two steps back |
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I can't help it |
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I obey, I obey, I obey |
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I obey that old monster anyway |
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Now I think he was your friend once |
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You needed him I guess |
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Needed his protection |
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Nut now he is your hindrance |
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He is the one who stops you |
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From saying how you feel |
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And cover up what's real |
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And you cannot be sure |
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If it's the monster under your bed |
|
Or the voices in your head |
|
Screaming like that |
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'cause you thought that the voices were dead |
|
That the monster had left with your old single bed |
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And now it's so far so good |
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So why do I feel no different? |
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Give me a reason |
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It's always one step forward and two steps back |
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I can't help it |
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I obey that old monster anyway |
