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Monster
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[inaudible line]
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Holding up last night
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Tearing things apart
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He giggles with delight
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[something] temptation
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[something] out tonight
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You can work your incantation
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With garlic at your door
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Or hide until tomorrow
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It hasn't worked before
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When his love is known
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It turns to stone
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This creature goes out hunting
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And feeling that he prowls
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Makes a jungle cat afraid to pounce
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The wolf afraid to howl
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When the [?] becomes his victim
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And prayer becomes his prey
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Well that's his way
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You can work your incantation
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With garlic at your door
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Or hide until tomorrow
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It hasn't worked before
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When his love is known
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It turns to stone
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He puts upon the canvas
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Visions in his head
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With a pressure razor-fine
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He paints until I'm bled
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When the moment's captured
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By his artistic eye
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He lets it die
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You can work your incantation
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With garlic at your door
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Or hide until tomorrow
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It hasn't worked before
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When his love is known
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It turns to stone
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And he can't be lonely
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Time comes away
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He has my own identity
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Or so he does say
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Only once the fast have weakened
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Since statue I was free
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He let it be
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The demon all but vanquished
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He's finally rid of him
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But still I couldn't touch you
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And it frightened me no end
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And when at last you'd come
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The beast raged on
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You can work your incantation
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With garlic at your door
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Or hide until tomorrow
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It hasn't worked before
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When his love is known
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It turns to stone
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And when his love is known...
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It turns to stone
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Monster
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| Blues Traveler |
