| So you’re covered in makeup
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| You say you’ve got nothing to hide
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| Maybe when you wake up
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| You’ll stop with those suspicious eyes
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| So leave your bags at the door my dear
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| 'Cause now you’ve got nowhere to go
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| Oh well you’re always accusing me
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| But what have you got to show
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| Is there ever a day that doesn’t go by
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| It’s always my timing it isn’t right
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| I’m always the killer in the back of your mind, mind, mind
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| Are you trying
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| So you wanna play dumb
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| Pretend like it’s all my fault
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| Got you under my thumb
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| Just call me when you wanna talk
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| So leave your bags at the door my dear
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| 'Cause now you’re just crying in shame
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| Oh well you painted quite the picture
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| But it doesn’t seem to fit the frame
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| Is there ever a day that doesn’t go by
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| It’s always my timing it isn’t right
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| I’m always the killer in the back of your mind, mind, mind
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| What are you trying
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| Is there something that you wanna know?
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| But it’s so hard to find
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| Oh no, oh no, oh whoa
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| So you’re done with your games
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| Now you’ve got no one to play
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| Keep on throwing the blame
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| But I won’t get caught in the way
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| Take your bags out the door my dear
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| 'Cause now you’ve got nowhere to stay
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| Think about all of the good times
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| But I can’t make it past the pain
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| Is there ever a day that doesn’t go by
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| It’s always my timing it isn’t right
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| I’m always the killer in the back of your mind, mind, mind
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| What are you trying
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| In the back of your mind |