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Well things they go bump in the night that you can't see How were the mishaps that always have burdened threes They say no rocket science, no big mystery Why the light of day is shown to us is absolutely meaningless to me Well first things first, we've gotta find a way To make the beauty of the nighttime last all day We'll do our very best to keep our appetites in check You better watch your back, we want your neck Nothing but rotten apples lay here like years from the tree Got thrown out of the house at the ripe age of three I'll do my very best to keep my feelings off my chest And out of your neck, out of your neck Well things they go bump in the night that you can't see How were the mishaps that always have burdened threes They say no rocket science, no big mystery Why the light of day is shown to us is absolutely meaningless to me Well things they go bump in the night that you can't see How were the mishaps that always have burdened threes They say no rocket science, no big mystery Why the light of day is shown to us is absolutely meaningless to me Well the dreams that tremble into nightmares while you sleep How were that feeling someone's watching from the street They say no rocket science, no big mystery Why the light of day is shown to us is absolutely meaningless to me Aus Songtexte Mania