| This town is full of monsters
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| Holding hands with other monsters
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| And attempting to be human beings
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| Shuffling around the shops
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| And waving at balloons
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| This town is full of monsters
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| Sitting on park benches
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| Eating little packets of sultanas
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| Licking chocolate off their chubby little fingers
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| And I don’t know why
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| It is they scare me
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| But they do
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| And the thing that really frightens me
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| Is that all my friends from school
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| Are turning into monsters
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| Picking patterns out for curtains
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| Making friends with all the other monsters
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| Pushing little baby monsters
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| Around the shops in prams
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| This town is full of monsters
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| Peeping out from under parked cars
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| In multi-storey car park
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| Evil little eyes like fairy lights
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| Blinking in the dark
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| This town is full of monsters
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| Making out with other monsters
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| Picking sweet corn out of their teeth
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| Dipping pissy little fingers
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| In the pick 'n' mix
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| And I don’t even know why
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| It is it scares me
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| But it does
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| And the thing that really frightens me
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| Is that the people I used to love
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| Are turning into monsters
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| Getting married having babies
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| Telling me how great their life is
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| And how happy I would be if I could
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| Just be more like them |