This town is full of monsters
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Holding hands with other monsters
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And attempting to be human beings
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Shuffling around the shops
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And waving at balloons
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This town is full of monsters
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Sitting on park benches
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Eating little packets of sultanas
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Licking chocolate off their chubby little fingers
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And I don't know why
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It is they scare me
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But they do
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And the thing that really frightens me
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Is that all my friends from school
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Are turning into monsters
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Picking patterns out for curtains
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Making friends with all the other monsters
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Pushing little baby monsters
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Around the shops in prams
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This town is full of monsters
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Peeping out from under parked cars
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In multi-storey car park
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Evil little eyes like fairy lights
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Blinking in the dark
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This town is full of monsters
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Making out with other monsters
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Picking sweet corn out of their teeth
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Dipping pissy little fingers
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In the pick 'n' mix
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And I don't even know why
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It is it scares me
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But it does
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And the thing that really frightens me
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Is that the people I used to love
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Are turning into monsters
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Getting married having babies
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Telling me how great their life is
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And how happy I would be if I could
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Just be more like them
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Monsters
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The Boy Least Likely To |