| We’re the things that go bump in the night that you can’t see
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| Yeah, we’re the mishaps that always happen in threes
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| This ain’t no rocket science, no big mystery
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| Why the light of day that’s shown to us
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| Is absolutely meaningless to me
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| Well, first things first, we’ve gotta find a way
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| To make the beauty of the nighttime last all day
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| We’ll do our very best to keep our appetites in check
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| You better watch your back
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| We may want your neck
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| Nothing but rotten apples lay here, light years from the tree
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| Got thrown out of the house at the ripe age of three
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| I’ll do my very best to keep my feelings off my chest
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| And out of your neck
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| Out of your neck
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| We’re the things that go bump in the night that you can’t see
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| Yeah, we’re the mishaps that always happen in threes
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| This ain’t no rocket science, no big mystery
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| Why the light of day that’s shown to us
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| Is absolutely meaningless to me
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| We’re the things that go bump in the night that you can’t see
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| Yeah, we’re the mishaps that always happen in threes
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| This ain’t no rocket science, no big mystery
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| Why the light of day that’s shown to us
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| Is absolutely meaningless to me
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| We’re the dreams that crumble into nightmares while you sleep
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| (We're the things that go bump in the night)
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| Yeah, we’re that feeling someone’s watching from the street
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| (We're the things that go bump in the night)
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| This ain’t no rocket science, no big mystery
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| (We're the things that go bump in the night)
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| Why the light of day that’s shown to us
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| Is absolutely meaningless to me |