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^AI hear the doorbell rin^Dg a^And suddenly the panic takes me

The sound so ominously ^Dtea^Aring through the silence

I cannot move ^AmiI'm standing numb and fro^Ezen

Among the things I love so dearly, The books^{D A}

The paintings and the furniture h^Gelp^A me.

R: ^ANow I hear them moving muffl^Ged noises ^Dcom^Aing

Through the door I feel I'm crac^Gkin^D up^A.

Voices growing louder irri^Gtaion buildi^Dng ^Aand

I'm close to fainting cr^Gack^Ding^A up.