| Now there is no room for doubt
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| You chew it up and spit it out
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| And you even start to think
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| You know what you’re about
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| Then it comes out of nowhere
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| And it pins you to the floor
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| It’s a defeaning roar
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| And you cannot be sure
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| If it’s the monster under your bed
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| Or the voices in your head
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| Screaming like that
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| 'cause you thought the voices were dead
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| That the monster had left with your old single bed
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| Now there is no time to waste
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| You’re getting older every day
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| But you take another look
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| And you’re fifteen again
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| And you’re so scared of everyone
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| Unless they’re uglier than you
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| And you’re ashamed of what you’re up to And you cannot be sure
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| If it’s the monster under your bed
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| Or the voices in your head
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| Screaming like that
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| 'cause you thought that the voices were dead
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| That the monster had left with your old single bed
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| And now it’s so far so good
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| So why do I feel no different?
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| Give me a reason
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| It’s always one step forward and two steps back
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| I can’t help it I obey, I obey, I obey
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| I obey that old monster anyway
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| Now I think he was your friend once
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| You needed him I guess
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| Needed his protection
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| Nut now he is your hindrance
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| He is the one who stops you
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| From saying how you feel
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| And cover up what’s real
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| And you cannot be sure
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| If it’s the monster under your bed
|
| Or the voices in your head
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| Screaming like that
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| 'cause you thought that the voices were dead
|
| That the monster had left with your old single bed
|
| And now it’s so far so good
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| So why do I feel no different?
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| Give me a reason
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| It’s always one step forward and two steps back
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| I can’t help it I obey that old monster anyway |