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there's a wild thing in the woolshed |
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and it's keeping me awake at night |
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a devil in the closet |
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and a feeling I'd prefer to hide |
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he is religion |
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he won't hear me when I cry for help |
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he has a vision of me |
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but I am somebody else |
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we talk the pillow |
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there are times when I'm tied up to the fence |
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only talking sense |
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there's a mirror lake before me |
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but I'm frozen when it's time to jump |
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It's like maybe I'm afraid of what I'll find |
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when independence comes |
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you steel my shadow |
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you make my blood run dry |
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we are true only when we talk the pillow |
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there are times when I'm tied up to the fence |
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only talking sense |
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did you suffer as a child |
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that's why you want to make me cry |
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you are afraid of me |
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that's why you're so unkind |
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you won't deny it |
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when your child is tied up to the fence |
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and I'm only talking sense |
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lonely when we talk the pillow |
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and your child is messed up in the head |
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I'm only talking sense |
