Oh, there's a monster in my closet
It just sits there and stares at me
But now that I know him I'm not that surprised
It waits till the midnight hour to come
I got a monster in my closet
Yeah, the living dead
The wind's knocking at my window
Oh, how I wish that old sun would rise
At first I was scared when I looked at his eyes
I got a monster in my closet
The wind's knocking at my window
Someone's underneath my bed
I'd kill it but it's already dead
And now it is plain to see
Someone's underneath my bed
The whole time the monster was me
Then I realized it was a mirror
To torture me for the wrong I've done
Someone's underneath my bed
I'd kill it but it's already dead
I'm just waiting on the sun to rise
I'd kill it but it's already dead
The wind's knocking at my window
The wind's knocking at my window
I'd kill it but it's already dead
Only thing that could bring it back alive, woman
And it won't let me get any sleep
I used to wonder why he looked familiar
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