November
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Tänkte på alla de gånger jag har sett folk vika undan mig, mina vänner och min musik. Lite rockigt: folk flyr. En hårdrockare, med nitar, kängor och långt svart hår. Oj vad ondskefullt... Detta är till alla er som är dessa vi pratar om: -------------- In every Mothers nightmare Do you know my name All I want is your children They're all mine They are mine They're little toys for me I come for your children Come to take them away I laugh at thier sorrow And the things they will say Better lock up your window Better lock all your doors Cause I am the neighbor And live next door My name is "Stanger Danger" But you know me well Better teach your children Stay away keep away Never talk to me I come for your children Come to take them away I laugh at thier sorrow And the things they will say Better lock up your window Better lock all your doors Cause I am the neighbor And live next door (milk and cookies...) I come for your children Come to take them away I laugh at thier sorrow And the things they will say Better lock up your window Better lock all your doors Cause I am the neighbor And live next door I have your treat here Milk and cookies! (I come for your... children) (hey kids come play for awhile) I come for your children Come to take them away I laugh at thier sorrow And the things they will say Better lock up your window Better lock all your doors Cause I am the neighbor And live next door...
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