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There's a bleeder in my kitchen and he's pouring on the floor |
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There's a killer in my hallway, and he's scratching at my door |
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I think I might have heard some screaming |
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I might have heard somebody cry |
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Now I wonder am |
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I dreaming or is my mind telling me a lie |
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Well I can't run any further and |
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I can't hide anymore |
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And I think there's been a murder up on the ground floor |
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There's a boa in my bathroom and he's coiling in my sink |
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He wants my cats |
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I think Paranoia in my house and |
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I'm balanced on the brink |
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And I can't run any further and |
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I can't hide anymore ' |
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Cause I think there's been a murder up on the ground floor |
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I'm living in a basement flat in a quiet part of town |
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I bet you wonder where my head is at when |
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I'm imagining all these sounds |
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I'd check it out but |
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I'm glued to my chair |
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I can't make it to the door |
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I could be bugging but |
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I'd gladly swear |
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I just heard a body hit the floor |
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And I can't run any further |
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I can't hide, |
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I can't hide anymore |
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And I think there's been a murder up above me on the ground |
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On the ground floor |
