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 I dreaming or is my mind telling me a lie
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Well I can't run any further and 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 I think
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Paranoia in my house and I'm balanced on the brink
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And I can't run any further and 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 I'm imagining all these sounds
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I'd check it out but 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 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, 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
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Murder
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Alana Davis |