| I hear the doorbell ring and suddenly the panic takes me
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| The sound so ominously tearing through the silence
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| I cannot move, I’m standing
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| Numb and frozen
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| Among the things I love so dearly
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| The books, the paintings and the furniture
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| Help me
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| The signal’s sounding once again and someone tries the doorknob
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| None of my friends would be so stupidly impatient
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| And they don’t dare to come here
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| Anymore now
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| But how I loved our secret meetings
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| We talked and talked in quiet voices
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| Smiling
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| Now I hear them moving
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| Muffled noises coming through the door I feel I’m
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| Cracking up
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| Voices growing louder, irritation building
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| And I’m close to fainting
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| Cracking up
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| They must know by now I’m in here trembling
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| In a terror ever-growing
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| Cracking up
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| My whole world is falling, going crazy
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| There is no escaping now, I’m
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| Cracking up
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| These walls have witnessed all the anguish of humiliation
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| And seen the hope of freedom glow in shining faces
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| And now they’ve come to take me
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| Come to break me
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| And yet it isn’t unexpected
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| I have been waiting for these visitors
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| Help me
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| Now I hear them moving
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| Muffled noises coming, through the door I feel I’m
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| Cracking up
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| Voices growing louder, irritation building
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| And I’m close to fainting
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| Cracking up
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| They must know by now I’m in here trembling
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| In a terror ever-growing
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| Cracking up
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| My whole world is falling, going crazy
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| There is no escaping now, I’m
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| Cracking up
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| Now I hear them moving
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| Muffled noises coming through the door I feel I’m
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| Cracking up
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| Voices growing louder, irritation building
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| And I’m close to fainting
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| Cracking up
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| (I have been waiting for these visitors)
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| They must know by now I’m in here trembling
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| In a terror ever-growing
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| Cracking up
|
| (I have been waiting for these visitors)
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| My whole world is falling, going crazy
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| There is no escaping now, I’m
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| Cracking up
|
| (I have been waiting for these visitors)
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| Now I hear them moving
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| Muffled noises coming through the door I feel I’m
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| Cracking up
|
| (I have been waiting for these visitors)
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| Voices growing louder, irritation building
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| And I’m close to fainting
|
| Cracking up
|
| (I have been waiting for these visitors)
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| They must know by now I’m in here trembling
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| In a terror ever-growing
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| Cracking up
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| (I have been waiting for these visitors)
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| My whole world is falling… |