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 Don't make a sound, don't 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 There's 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 Can't be too careful I take precautions
They're 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
meeeeeeeeeee
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