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The morning paper. Look in the mirror, on your key chain, or in the coffee spoon, on your shirt sleeve, in the flat-screen, in your mailbox. I'm Breathing over you. Come on baby, when will you see that you and I were meant to be? And now I got my target on track, baby you should know that I'm so good at that. Run to where you want, run to where you want, I am gonna find you. There aint no distance far enough, my love's gonna find you. Run to where you want, run to where you want, but may I remind you. There aint no engine fast enough, my love's gonna catch you. In your top drawer, in your cheque book, on your cellphone, by your easy-chair, in the next room, behind the curtain. Can't escape me, I'm watching everywhere. Why waste your energy? No point in fighting. Let your heart surrender to your destiny, and this world's not big enough for you to hide for long in this game of hide and seek. There's nowhere left to run, my love's gonna catch you, catch you, catch you!
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