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We are the monsters Down under our beds But we are no match For the things in our heads They try to freak us out When they off the lights. We try to shut them down By coming out to fight! Now please don’t Please don’t Shut the door Even though we’re too amazed By the darkness To be frightened anymore Just ‘cause you survive Doesn’t mean you are alive It just means you aren’t dead yet.
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