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There`s a bleeder in my kitchen and he`s pouring on the floor
There`s a killer in my hallway, and he`s scratching at my door
I think I might have heard some screaming
I might have heard somebody cry
Now I wonder am I dreaming or is my mind telling me a lie
Well I can`t run any further and I can`t hide anymore
And I think there`s been a murder up on the ground floor
There`s a boa in my bathroom and he`s coiling in my sink
He wants my cats I think
Paranoia in my house and I`m balanced on the brink
And I can`t run any further and I can`t hide anymore
`Cause I think there`s been a murder up on the ground floor
I`m living in a basement flat in a quiet part of town
I bet you wonder where my head is at when I`m imagining all these sounds
I`d check it out but I`m glued to my chair
I can`t make it to the door
I could be bugging but I`d gladly swear
I just heard a body hit the floor
And I can`t run any further
I can`t hide, I can`t hide anymore
And I think there`s been a murder up above me on the ground
On the ground floor
HATA BİLDİR
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