| There’s nobody out there, it’s just the noise of the wind
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| There’s nobody out there and nobody getting in
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| I hope that happiness finds its way to your little house
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| 'Cause while you were sleeping
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| I, I played a ghost in a sheet
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| When our frames collide
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| There’s nothing left to be
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| There’s nobody out there, the rain is just starting to pour
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| You get so much there you weary yourself thin
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| I hope that happiness finds its way to your little house
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| 'Cause while you were sleeping
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| I, I played a ghost in a sheet
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| When our frames collide
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| There’s nothing left to be
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| The skeletal wings of birds, I’ll take the stairs
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| The ghosts of tiny animals with the tiniest of feet
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| The forecast is going down a storm, a storm |