| I’ve been hearing footsteps on the stairs
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| Flip on the light and no one’s there
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| This is how we learn to navigate
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| All ghosts and lingering wraiths
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| The things you try to hide will not be hid
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| They said it didn’t happen, but it did
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| All the things that scared you as a kid
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| In basement, underneath the bed
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| Haunted
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| If you look long into the dark
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| Something will illuminate or spark
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| If you wade where the silence is deep
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| If you listen long enough it speaks
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| Not every haunting is redeemed
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| But not every ghost is what it seems
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| When we name the dragons, dragons fall
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| Armored flanks, flaming wings and all
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| Haunted
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| It’s calling through the keyholes
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| Underneath the doors
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| Slipping through the windows and floorboards
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| Shameful stories, unmet needs
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| Old ideas and even older deeds
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| It’s safe to finally release
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| The shadows of all these
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| It’s dangerous to live in a normal world
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| When you’re not an ordinary girl
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| For years in dusty attics you could find
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| Where the mad and voiceless were confined
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| Haunted |