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Friday, 05 January 2007 |
Lyrics by Danny Elfman
There's someone knockin on my door
There's someone knockin on my door
I think they're looking for me
I think they're looking for me
Pretend there ain't nobody home
Dont make a sound, dont even move
Don't give them nothing to see
I think they're looking for me
I got to run
I got to run
I got to run
I got to run
I got to run
There's someone crawling in my yard
There's someone creeping on my roof
Theres someone tapping my phone
I feel it deep in my bones
They want to probe my intuition
They want to find out what I know
Why don't they leave me alone
Why don't they leave me alone
I got to run
I got to run
I got to run
Might be the catcher
Or the controller
Cant be too careful
I take precautions
Theyre very clever
I got to run
Faceless surgeons armed with razors
Cut out our imagination
(repeat first verse)
(repeat chorus)
Faceless surgeons armed with razors
Cut out our imagination
It's a strange thing
Deadly reason
Razors cut with such precision
Probing deep without detection
Razors never lie
But it's all right
I think they're looking for me
I think they're looking for me
I think they're looking for me
I think they're looking for me
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