| Well, I’m scared of my reflection
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| Is it mine or is it yours?
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| And I swear I hear the knockin'
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| But there’s no one at the door
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| Don’t think I’m losing my perspective
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| ‘Cause I know one thing for sure
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| They’ve been watching, they’ve been listening
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| Every whisper, every word
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| Your sudden movements, sudden movements
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| Gonna give us all away
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| No sudden movements, sudden movements
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| Or they’ll blow us all away
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| Terrified by information
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| Who’s the black sheep of the herd?
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| I am the guardian of angels
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| And they’ll get what they deserve
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| So lock your children in the basement
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| Keep a rifle by the door
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| Don’t be afraid of my intentions
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| ‘Cause I’m more afraid of yours
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| Your sudden movements, sudden movements
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| Gonna give us all away
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| No sudden movements, sudden movements
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| Or they’ll blow us all away
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| Your sudden movements, sudden movements
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| Gonna give us all away
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| No sudden movements, sudden movements
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| Or they’ll blow us all away
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| Blow us all away
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| Blow us all away
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| Your sudden movements, sudden movements
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| Gonna give us all away
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| No sudden movements, sudden movements
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| Or they’ll blow us all away
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| Your sudden movements, sudden movements
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| Gonna give us all away
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| No sudden movements, sudden movements
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| Or they’ll blow us all away |