| 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 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 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 that’s why you’re so unkind
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| you won’t deny it 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 |