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Behind Closed doors
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Welcome to my wonderful world of pain and agony Let me introduce myself my name is tragedy The kind that sneaks into your bedroom late at night The kind that makes an airplane crash while itas in flight Iam the type of stress thatall make your heart skip a beat The type that left you hungry and homeless on the street The kind that makes you spin like CD ROM I took the life from your body atill your spirit is gone Iam the type that turns your fantasies to bad dreams Iam the type to turn ideas into deadly schemes Iam the kind that caused you pain until you blacked out Iam the last thing you saw before you passed out Bang, bang Now Tell me what you need Tell me how you feel when I take away your dreams Bang, bang Now What you looking for Iam that one standing behind closed doors Bang, bang Nowa Iam that monster that hides under your bed Iam the type that causes voices inside of your head Iam the kind of storm that left your crew seasick Iam the kind that made your girlfriend bulimic Iam the type that makes you cross enemy lines The type to bring weapons to the kids of Israel and Palestine The type to bring your Ouija board to life The kind of panic that happens during a bank heist Iam the type of tragedy that you canat hide from Iam the type of pain and torture you could die from The kind of stranger that peaks over your fence Last thing you saw before I took your innocence (Chorus (2X)) Return to Project Wyze lyrics |
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