| This house is haunted by ghosts
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| And they’ve been talking about us
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| Like vultures to the dead
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| They circle around us
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| And how I’ve been begging for air
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| But I’ll just keep dreaming darlin'
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| And hope for the sun to draw
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| The dark from within us
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| Say it like you mean it
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| Then let us go, let us go
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| Act like you can’t see them
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| Or this will be the death of us
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| Kiss me like you love me
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| Just one more time, one more time
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| And make-believe that I believe
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| That I sleep alone at night
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| I tried denying they are real
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| But I feel them tearing inside me
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| The preachers of the church
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| They’re praying for me
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| Dead-eyed poltergeist, pitch black, so cold
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| And I know they just don’t give a F*CK cuz oh
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| They are the ghosts of the attic
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| Say it like you mean it
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| Then let us go, let us go
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| Act like you can’t see them
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| Or this will be the death of us
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| Kiss me like you love me
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| Just one more time, one more time
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| And make-believe that I believe
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| That I sleep alone at night
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| Away from you
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| I will sleep alone at night
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| Away from you
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| You can be my lullaby
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| We are we are
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| The noise and the static
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| We are we are
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| The chills down your spine
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| We are we are
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| The ghosts of the attic |