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Alana Grace - Paranoid |
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I'm not crazy, I know what I see, |
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I hear them staring at me. |
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You can't make me feel, I'm out of my mind. |
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I can hear them whisper. |
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Paranoid, see it through my eyes. |
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I'm paranoid, through the twisted lies. |
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Insanity, it's a real fine line. |
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And I want you to know, |
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It's schizophrenic psychoanalytical nightmares. |
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But who's to say their not out there. |
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It rained paper, I tore every piece apart |
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So they can't read me. |
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I stopped speaking so my words can't be misused. |
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They won't come back to haunt me. |
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Paranoid, see it through my eyes. |
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I'm paranoid, through the twisted lies. |
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Insanity, it's a real fine line. |
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And I want you to know, |
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It's schizophrenic psychoanalytical nightmares. |
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But who's to say their not out there. |
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Walls have ears, and pictures follow me. |
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Can't you see their trying to swallow me? |
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Paranoid, see it through my eyes. |
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I'm paranoid, through the twisted lies. |
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Insanity, it's a real fine line. |
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And I want you to know, |
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I'm schizophrenic psychoanalytical nightmares. |
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But who's to say their not out there. |
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Paranoid, see it through my eyes. |
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Paranoid, through the twisted lies. |
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Insanity, it's a real fine line. |
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And I want you to know, |
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I'm schizophrenic psychoanalytical nightmares. |
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But who's to say their not out there |