One of them plays a piccolo in my ear
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Another one makes me smell things that aren't there
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And they know where to hide
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And they know everything that's inside
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Of my head
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Tiny demons, inside me
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One of them ties a lasso around my heart
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Another makes me nod when I drive the car
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And they won't ever leave
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But they won't show their faces to me
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And they wait 'til I feel
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Like they're gone and they jump out and steal
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My relief
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Tiny demons, inside me
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Tiny Demons
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Todd Rundgren |