Oooh, I feel the fear in you
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I see it in your face
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I know the color, shape, the size
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I even know the taste
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You wear it like a trophy
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But I see it wear you down
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I hold my breath and count to ten
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Each time you come around
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Now here we go again
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And both of us pretend
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You know it has no end
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This paranoia
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Why'd you want to bring me down again
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Ooh, this paranoia
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What's it doing for ya?
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Why don't you throw it out!
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Ooh, you make a calculation
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And you always know the score
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You say that two and two is ten
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Even when we know it's four
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And if a judge and jury turned to you
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And said a¢æ©«guiltya¢æ?
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You'd only look them in the eye
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And say a¢æ©«it wasn't mea¢æ?
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Now here we go again
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And both of us pretend
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You know it has no end
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This paranoia
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Blaming everybody for your own mistakes
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Don't know how much longer I can fake this
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Ooh, cos I can't take no more
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This paranoia
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Throw it out
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This Paranoia
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Kim Wilde |