Paranoia

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There is someone in my house
Though they are as quiet as a grouse
I hear them, tapping on my window
I tell myself it's nothing
Though why do I see them?
Are they in my closet
Waiting for me to deposit
My body to the bank where I lay
My door is closed
My windows are covered
Then why am I scared
Why am I screaming
Or maybe he's in my head

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