| I think that there’s a thief running round this house
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| He’s trying to steal my soul
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| Putting words in my mouth
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| Well how do I know?
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| I just know
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| He comes from out of nowhere when I’m on my own
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| Start ringing in my head
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| Like a phantom telephone
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| Whatever I say
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| The answer is now
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| There’s a spiritual thief in this house somewhere
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| I can’t seem to find any way of getting him out
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| There’s a spiritual thief in this house
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| Show your face, I’ve gotta leave this place
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| Gonna pack myself a bag
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| Gonna leave it all behind
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| Gonna travel round the world
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| And try to ease my worried mind
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| If the spirit finds me
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| With no place to hide
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| Then I’ll see you on the other side
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| There’s a spiritual thief in this house
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| I can’t seem to find any way of getting him out
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| There’s a spiritual thief in this house
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| Show your face, I’ve gotta leave this place
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| Everybody seems to think they know what’s going on
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| They will never see what you can see
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| Or where you’re coming from
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| It’s easy for them to say
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| Ignore the spirit voice
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| I’ll tell them now you don’t have a choice
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| There’s a spiritual thief in this house
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| I can’t seem to find any way of getting him out
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| There’s a spiritual thief in this house
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| Show your face, I’ve gotta leave this place |