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There's a monster waiting at the door Leaving scattered organs on the porch See a silhouette of a certain ghost What goes on inside when the curtains close? Do you dance alone? Choose the mantra that you think you'll need Measure passing time by the falling leaves Back when we were kids, we used to believe One of us would make it on TV But it couldn't be me It couldn't be me
Writer(s): Mitch Welling Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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