| I walk into somebody else’s house
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| I turn right round and I’m quickly losing ground
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| And I poke myself in the eye just to check my vision
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| I hear, I see, I know what you’ve done to me
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| I’m losing sight, I question my current plight
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| And I polled myself, the results were inconclusive
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| I run I hide, commit social suicide
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| I take a page, I openly plagiarise
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| And I back myself into a corner and I’m not turning 'round
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| I wait my turn
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| I wait for the line to get long
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| I hit, I miss, I’m always aware of the risk
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| And I talk myself into repeating patterns
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| I run into the forest
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| I’m tripping over branches
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| I’m looking over my shoulder
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| Chase me, chase me, catch me
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| Pulling in six figures
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| Sticking up two fingers
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| I wait my turn
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| I wait for the line to get long
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| I hit, I miss, I’m always aware of the risk
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| And I talk myself into repeating patterns |