| Last light’s out
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| They’re all abed
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| And something’s in my room
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| Creeping down towards me on the wall
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| Daddy said it’s just some flickering
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| Headlight through the gloom
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| Making shapes through trees outside the hall
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| But what the hell does he know?
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| He doesn’t feel the dread
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| The cold restricting terror in the dark
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| I’ve seen that silhouette before
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| Something the newsman said
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| Something about some monster in the park
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| It’s you, you’re the man on the TV screen
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| It’s you front page face of the dead
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| Locked up in the light of day
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| At night come out to play
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| To terrorize me there above my bed
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| The air is still and heavy now
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| There’s thunder in the sky
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| He’s dreaming up some message he can send
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| I’m scared completely helpless
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| And I think I’m going to cry
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| Are grownups brave or do they just pretend?
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| His face is growing clearer
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| I can see his eyes glow red
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| My teddy bear’s the only friend I can feel
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| The shadow’s hand slips down the wall
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| And touches teddy’s head
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| I now suspect that shadow will touch me
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| Repeat chorus
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| It’s you… |