| I am the key to the lock in your house
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| that keeps your toys in the basement,
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| and if you get too far inside
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| you’ll only see my reflection.
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| See her face when she sleeps tonight,
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| I am the pick in the ice,
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| do not cry out or hit the alarm,
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| we are we’re friends till we die.
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| And either way you turn I’ll be there,
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| open up your skull, I’ll be there
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| climbing up the walls.
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| It’s always best when the light is off,
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| it’s always better on the outside,
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| in the crack of your wanting smile,
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| fifteen blows to the skull.
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| So tuck the kids in safe tonight,
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| and shut the eyes in the cupboard.
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| do not cry out or hit the alarm,
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| you’ll get the loneliest feeling
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| that either way you turn I’ll be there,
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| open up your skull, I’ll be there
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| climbing up the walls.
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| Climbing up the walls.
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| Climbing up the walls |