I’m not your paranoia
When someone’s at the door
There’s a fast calling out of a throat of a body rising through the floor
I’m not your fortune teller
I’m not your spirit guide
I’m never like you
Uncomfortable to
This is starting to fuck with my head
All I have to do is shake shake
Keep your body still
Keep your body still
Our move is shake shake
Keep your body still
Keep your body still
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