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THERE'S A BURGLAR IN MY HOME
THERE'S A BURGLAR IN MY HOME
I thought I heard a sound.
There's somebody moving around.
A thought goes through my head, as I lay in bed.
I don't think I'm alone.
There's a burgular in my home.
He decided to creep. He decided to sneak.
He opens the door, a fact I can't ignore.
He opened a window. Am I ok? No.
Call the police on the phone.
I can't get to the phone. It's a long, way, away.
There's a burgular in my home.
I don't want to make a sound. Don't want to be found. This guy's moving around.
Don't make to make a peep. Don't want see, this guy me to seek.
I'm going to cry.
I just need to pray. Will I be ok?
Will the burglar away from me see, stay
I'm holding on to hope as well as my rope.
There's a burgular in my home.
There's a burgular in my home.
