Like a honey bee beatin' on my screen door

I got a little buzz in my head and it's sore

And from the my bed I can feel the sun

Lord I hear the mornin' come

Just a creepin'

Creepin', creepin', creepin'

Shot outta hell like a bullet from a gun,

A flip of a switch

A thief on the run

And since the day you left me baby

I can feel the lonely

I can hear the crazy

Just a creepin'

Creepin'

Just a creepin'

Creepin'

Head for the future

Run from the past

Hide from the mirror


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