| 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 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 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 they’re not out there
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| Walls have ears, and pictures follow me
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| Can’t you see they’re 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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| It’s schizophrenic psychoanalytical nightmares
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| But who’s to say they’re not out there |