| silently leaving the room
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| gathering your thoughts from the floor
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| hopefully no one will hear you
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| silently closing the door
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| down the long stairs to the hall
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| out to the streets where you’ll find
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| rumored accounts and hearsay
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| was it me who acted that way
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| is it you who should stay
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| I don’t recall ever acting that way
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| was it you who should’ve stayed
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| the truth was deceiving
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| when the hosts of the evening
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| found the ghost that was bleeding
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| drops of blood from the ceiling
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| someone was laughing, we all prayed for a favor
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| that the ghost would entertain us with some songs and some notes
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| but by the? |
| blood covered all the wood floors
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| opened all of the windows and all of the doors
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| broke all of the bottles on streets down below
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| some blood was frozen
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| blessed by wounded love
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| when the ice skates came on the girls finally sang songs
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| to the tunes of the laughter
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| while silently leaving the room |