| There are things, there are creatures about
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| With big hands and cavernous mouths
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| That’s what I’m afraid of these days
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| I pulled the wings off a bat today
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| I saw myself in her as she limped away
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| That’s what I’m afraid of these days
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| There are things, things that only I see
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| There are creatures, and they’re out to get me
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| That’s what I’m afraid of these days
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| Glued some wings to the back of a spider
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| Looked up for validation, but I could not find it
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| No one’s more scared than I am these days
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| So say it 'cause I can see it
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| You’ve got the look of a skeptic in headlights
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| So shall I go on? | 
| Have I gone on too long?
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| «Cue the music 'cause this speaker is scaring the kids»
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| «The children are trembling»
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| Rightfully so, rightfully so
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| Pray tell me again because there’s a nest in my ear
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| And one behind my eyes
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| Obscurity and his family
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| Are having their fun with my poor mind
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| They’ve made a mess of my vision
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| And a mess of my sight
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| I should have been seeing friends
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| So say it 'cause I can see it
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| You’ve got the look of a believer on trial
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| So shall I go on? | 
| Have I gone on too long?
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| Cue the music 'cause I’m starting to scare myself
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| «The children are trembling»
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| Rightfully so, rightfully so
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| So say it 'cause I can see it
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| You’ve got the look of a skeptic in headlights
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| So shall I go on? | 
| Have I gone on too long?
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| Cue the lights because the darkness is taking its toll |