| I lay in bed, and in my head
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| There’s work that must be done
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| There are flies to kill, and blood to spill
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| And webs that must be spun
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| Change your face, your name, your number
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| Cut your hair
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| Bolt your doors and lock your windows
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| I’ll find you there
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| Can’t eat, can’t sleep
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| This city creeps, with sacrificial sheep
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| Well, I thought of grace, for mercy’s sake
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| But that will go away
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| Change your face, your name, your number
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| Dye your hair
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| Bolt your doors and lock your windows
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| I’ll find you there
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| Hold your breath, I still can hear you
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| Anywhere
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| Fake your death, I’m always near you
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| I’ll be there
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| Somewhere in there, my clouded brain
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| A voice says I’m insane
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| Disguise your eyes
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| No, you can’t hide
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| Shake up your make-up
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| Or you’ll never wake up
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| You may not wake up (you can’t hide)
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| You’ll never wake up (you can’t hide)
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| You’ll never wake up (I'll always be there)
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| They’ll find you face up (what's left of you there?) |