The thought in your heart,
You'll never come outside again
This is a song that I wrote for you
But you will never receive it
You always carefully lock your doors
Detest all kinds of whatever
May I persuade you to go on
Na tional Geographic's danger zone
And leave you pegged down
to your seat at home, all alone
This is a song that I wrote for you
But you will never receive it
You always carefully lock your doors
Detest all kinds of whatever
May I persuade you to go on,
that you stand in your right
To conclude that it's very dangerous
There is a chance that a ghost
will arrive on top of your head
while you least expect it to do so
But get a grip on your own life
This is a song that I wrote for you
But you will never receive it
You always carefully lock the doors
Detest all kinds of whatever
You said I was on your own
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