It scares me to think i’d become one of them too
Chained to them Paparazzi Blues
Red on the floor so many been there before 
Starin up into a fire-fire flame
Black night sittin tight 
Don’t wanna be standin in the bright bright light
Down from flight n shudderin fight 
Dogin them arms sliced by the kite
Never too late they be dead by now
So i’m guarding my heart from bein with you
Caught up in twenty two
Runnin from them Paparazzi Blues
Caught up in twenty two
Runnin from them Paparazzi Blues
Caught up in twenty two
Runnin from them Paparazzi Blues
Caught up in twenty two
Runnin from them Paparazzi Blues
Caught up in twenty two
Runnin from them Paparazzi Blues