| Doctor Doctor Brother Brother
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| Father Mother Father Mother
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| If we’re the bother then we’ll be bothered
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| For the wait, for the wait
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| Doctor Doctor Brother Brother
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| Father Mother Father Mother
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| If we’re the bother then we’ll be bothered
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| 'Til the date, 'til the date
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| You make the sun rise when the sun won’t rise
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| You make the sun bright nights
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| And if I’m not thinking really, really greatly
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| You let the sun rise twice
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| You make the creeps hide
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| When the creeps come alive
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| You make the creeps run away
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| What is a nightmare of a living monster?
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| What is a nightmare? |
| Me
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| Chase away the thoughts that make you hate
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| 'Cause hate does not create
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| And hate at best will just keep you a little late, a little late
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| Chase away the thoughts that make you hate
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| 'Cause hate does not create
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| And hate at best will just keep you a little late, a little late
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| Doctor Doctor Brother Brother
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| Father Mother Father Mother
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| If we’re the bother then we’ll be bothered
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| For the wait and 'til the date
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| You make the sun rise when the sun won’t rise
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| You make the sun bright nights
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| And if I’m not thinking really, really greatly
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| You let the sun rise twice
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| You make the creeps hide
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| When the creeps come alive
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| You make the creeps run away
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| What is a nightmare of a living monster?
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| What is a nightmare? |
| Me
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| Chase away the thoughts that make you hate
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| 'Cause hate does not create
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| And hate at best will just keep you a little late, a little late
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| If you slip down the ice, I’m not following you
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| 'Cause you’re the one who requested those glass shoes
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| You think you’re gonna be the next man on the moon
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| But you can’t even stick to an original tune
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| Chase away the thoughts that make you hate
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| 'Cause hate does not create
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| And hate at best will just keep you a little late, a little late
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| Chase away the thoughts that make you hate
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| 'Cause hate does not create
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| And hate at best will just keep you a little late, a little late
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| You make the sun rise when the sun won’t rise
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| You make the sun bright nights
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| And if I’m not thinking really, really greatly
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| You let the sun rise twice
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| You make the creeps hide
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| When the creeps come alive
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| You make the creeps run away
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| What is a nightmare of a living monster?
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| What is a nightmare? |
| Me
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| A little late, a little late, a little late, a little late |