| There’s a little house, on a perfect little hill
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| Just short of a fairytale
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| There’s a little child with a million ways to feel
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| Caught up in a hurricane
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| Paper-thin walls
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| Angry words from down the hall
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| Something changed then
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| I think about him every now and again
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| Now there’s a ghost in the back of this room
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| And I don’t like it
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| I fall asleep with my covers pulled up
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| And try to fight it
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| I gotta say, it’s hard to be brave
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| When you’re alone in the dark
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| I told myself that I wouldn’t be scared
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| But I’m still having nightmares
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| I’m still having nightmares
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| (I'm still having nightmares)
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| Never did I think I’d be coming back around
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| Digging up old memories
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| Always used to be the one to let it go
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| Kept my fears in a suitcase
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| I locked them away
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| In a place I wouldn’t find
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| They still haunt me
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| I think about it every now and again
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| Now there’s a ghost in the back of this room
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| And I don’t like it
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| I fall asleep with my covers pulled up
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| And try to fight it
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| I gotta say, it’s hard to be brave
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| When you’re alone in the dark
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| I told myself that I wouldn’t be scared
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| But I’m still having nightmares
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| I’m still having nightmares
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| (I'm still having nightmares)
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| Now there’s a ghost in the back of this room
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| And I don’t like it
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| I fall asleep with my covers pulled up
|
| And try to fight it
|
| Now there’s a ghost in the back of this room
|
| And I don’t like it
|
| I fall asleep with my covers pulled up
|
| And try to fight it
|
| I gotta say, it’s hard to be brave
|
| When you’re alone in the dark
|
| I told myself that I wouldn’t be scared
|
| But I’m still having nightmares
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| I’m still having nightmares
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| (I'm still having nightmares)
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| I gotta say, it’s hard to be brave
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| When you’re alone in the dark
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| I told myself that I wouldn’t be scared
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| But I’m still having nightmares |