| Their mouths move but I can’t hear them
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| Their voices sound like televisions when we tune to snow
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| And I’m wonderin' just what they know
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| They can’t sleep they have no eyelids
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| Their bodies hum just like our heaters in our microwaves
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| But their heads turn
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| I can tell that they watch you
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| This is not a joke my boy
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| They’re not something we understand
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| Don’t think or live the way we do
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| Their fingers bend but it’s not because they tell them to
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| Don’t breath or drink anything
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| They say they don’t need things that we still need
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| And now I’m wonderin' just what that means
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| They don’t sleep they have no eyelids
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| I hear them moving near my window when I’m down for bed
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| I think they’re after what’s inside my head
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| I can’t think the wheels keep spinnin'
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| There’s more to this that I can see, I’m not sure what they need
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| But my hands are tied
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| There is nothing much that I can do
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| This is not a joke my boy
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| They’re not like us, parts are missing
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| There’s no hearts or blood inside their chest
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| Don’t feel a laugh, fresh hate, or regret
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| Don’t know just what it means to lose some things that you cannot get back
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| Now I’m terrified of what they lack
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| Ooh, they’ll come for our heads
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| They’ll come for our heads
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| Ooh, they’ll come for our heads
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| They’ll come for
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| I heard a knock on the door
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| But there was no answer
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| I peaked through the crack
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| And a hand pulled me through
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| They dragged me outside there
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| You tried to stop them
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| There were too many
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| You did what you could |