| Strangers at the door, voices down the hall
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| Wait, there’s more than one
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| Thought I was home alone
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| Should I use the phone, should I try to run
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| Whenever I’m up late, reality tends to unwind
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| Feel like a prisoner, a prisoner in my own mind
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| I keep waking up and thinking someone’s at the door
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| I keep one eye open to the shadows on the floor
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| All nights are the same, voices call my name
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| And I can’t ignore 'em, can’t ignore 'em
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| All night and day, suffering the strain
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| Of paranoia, paranoia
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| I can’t run away, when you’re wide awake
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| You gotta face what’s in front of ya
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| I was afraid, but I knew I had to stay
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| With what I’ve become
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| There’s someone creeping close, someone’s creeping close
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| Over my shoulder, shoulder
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| When I turn around, then I turn around
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| And they’re nowhere, nowhere
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| I keep waking up and thinking someone’s at the door
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| I keep one eye open to the shadows on the floor
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| All nights are the same, voices call my name
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| And I can’t ignore 'em, can’t ignore 'em
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| All night and day, suffering the strain
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| Of paranoia, paranoia
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| Ooh ooh ooh
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| Ooh ooh ooh
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| Oh
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| I keep waking up and thinking someone’s at the door
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| I keep one eye open to the shadows on the floor
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| All nights are the same, voices call my name
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| And I can’t ignore 'em, can’t ignore 'em
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| All night and day, suffering the strain
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| Of paranoia, paranoia |