Текст песни Young Guns - Ползёт

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I was a child hiding in the closet,
A wardrobe stood in a corner ,
What an ugly Moon
Lick it out the window.

I hate the light of the moon ,
When the clock strikes twelve ,
And the wall is here
Crawling , creeping , crawling ,
Creeping , crawling !

I was a child hiding in the closet,
I live in it and it will die !
I feel that it's here ,
That it wants to eat me !

I hate the light of the moon ,
When the clock strikes twelve ,
When I was such here
Crawling , creeping , crawling ,
Creeping , crawling !

Crawling , creeping , crawling ! ...