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Strangers at the door, voices down the hall |
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Wait, there's more than one |
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Thought I was come alone |
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Should I use the phone, should I try to run |
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Whenever I'm up late, reality just do unwind |
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Feel like I'm losing up, a prisoner in my own mind |
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I keep waking up and thinking someone's at the door |
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I keep running open to the shadows on the floor |
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Makes it sound silly, voices call my name |
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But I can't ignore them, I can't ignore |
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All night and day, suffering the strain |
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Of PARANOIA, PARANOIA |
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I can't run away, when you're wide awake |
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You gotta face what's in front of ya |
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But I was afraid, but I knew I had to stay |
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With whom I've become |
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There's someone peeping close, someone's peeping close |
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Over my shoulder, shoulder |
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When I turn around, then I turn around |
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And I know it, know it |
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I keep waking up and thinking someone's at the door |
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I keep running open to the shadows on the floor |
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Makes it sound silly, voices call my name |
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But I can't ignore them, I can't ignore |
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All night and day, suffering the strain |
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Of PARANOIA, PARANOIA |