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Hide the window watching give hands that push the faces back shiver in the alleys and dying in the cold little hands and little faces what are you running from? they're creeping on your satin sheets and dancing in your nightmare Watching at the window the ledge which we provide there's someone up above me there's someone scratching softly little monsters in the chimney all black and stained with soot come creeping to my bedroom and lead me here to sleep dancing in your darkness dancing in your fear forgetting all your hidden monsters shedding all your tears From Letras Mania