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It's getting dark 'n' all the creatures start to live We cannot do no more than go 'n' hide in the bin We cannot move They rule the kitchen and there's nothing that can be done they mess the bedroom while we're waiting for the sun we cannot move The fridge is coming down I hear that sound again there's food all over the floor it's all a part of their game we cannot move And if we do they'll know we're hiding in the bin it's a matter of life 'n' death, a game we cannot win we cannot move no we cannot move! From Letras Mania