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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
