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Well, I'm scared of my reflection |
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Is it mine or is it yours? |
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And I swear I hear the knocking |
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But there's no one at the door |
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Don't think I'm losing my perspective |
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'Cause I know one thing for sure |
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They've been watching, they've been listening |
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Every whisper, every word |
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Your sudden movements, sudden movements |
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Gonna give us all away |
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No sudden movements, sudden movements |
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Or they'll blow us all away |
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Terrified by information |
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Who's the black sheep of the herd? |
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I am the guardian of angels |
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And they'll get what they deserve |
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So lock your children in the basement |
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Keep a rifle by the door |
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Don't be afraid of my intentions |
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'Cause I'm more afraid of yours |
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Your sudden movements, sudden movements |
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Gonna give us all away |
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No sudden movements, sudden movements |
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Or they'll blow us all away |
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Your sudden movements, sudden movements |
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Gonna give us all away |
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No sudden movements, sudden movements |
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Or they'll blow us all away |
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Blow us all away |
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Blow us all away |
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Sudden movements, sudden movements |
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Gonna give us all away |
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No sudden movements, sudden movements |
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Or they'll blow us all away |
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Your sudden movements, sudden movements |
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Gonna give us all away |
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No sudden movements, sudden movements |
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Or they'll blow us all away |
