I woke up today
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In the apartment of a stranger
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I was so certain
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That it was my own door
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That i unlocked last night
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But, there may be someone here
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Who has disguised all my rooms
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All my rooms
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Oooh
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Later in the day
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A figure came through the door
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A shadow that barely nearly touched my body
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Then moving its mouth persistently
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Open and shut
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Open and shut
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Ooh,
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I'm searching while i'm screaming out to them :
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'Now you may come out
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Come out
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Now you may come out'
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As i walk around searching
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And wondering whether this may be
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A conspiracy by the figure and them
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I hear someone laughing
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From inside the closet
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There's someone in the closet
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Someone in the closet
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I push the door open
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And stare straight into my home
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I have found them all
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Ooh, i'm searching
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No longer now
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That I can join laughter
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Laugh at everything
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Now that I can join in
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Just one of those days
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Just one of those days
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Just one of those days
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| Anja Garbarek |
