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Painted murder on the wall |
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footsteps comin down the hall |
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to the window |
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through the blinds |
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runaway but i still |
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hear the footsteps, closing in again |
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This time the plane is goin down |
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double over get ready, |
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Im allergic to the light |
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and the darkness brings me fright |
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through the peep-hole i saw |
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suicidal neighbors they |
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turn the doorknob |
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came in again |
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someones sleeping in my bed |
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close my eyes and |
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i had a dream |
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inside a dream |
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i woke so many times |
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i dont know if im awake |
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i had a dream |
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inside a dream |
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i woke so many times |
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i dont know if im awake |
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jam the forceps in my eye |
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keep them open through the night |
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listen to a grainy voice |
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the night speaks |
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(It Says) |
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paint your morning |
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its great to meet again |
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outta bed you sleepyhead |
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I had a dream |
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inside a dream |
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i woke so many times |
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i dont know if im awake |
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i had a dream |
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inside a dream |
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i woke so many times |
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i dont know if im awake |
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I had a dream |
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inside a dream |
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i woke so many times |
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i dont know if im awake |
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I had a dream |
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inside a dream |
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i woke so many times |
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i dont know if im awake |