| There’s a knocking at my window
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| Not two for yes, but one for no
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| Some spirit is unsatisfied
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| From watching her world spin out of control
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| At night she goes walking around her old home
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| Objecting to how it’s all changed
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| She prefers her arrangements to the ones which we made
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| Walking the ghost
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| Walking the ghost
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| Walkin the ghost
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| There’s baggage on my shoulders
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| Making me stoop, bending my frame
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| My neck is crooked, lopsided
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| I will never be tall again
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| At night she goes walking around her old home
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| You can feel so much sadness locked up in her bones
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| I can feel so much sadness locked up in her bones
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| Walking the ghost
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| Walking the ghost
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| Walking the ghost
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| Walking the ghost
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| I’m sensitive to unkindness
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| Stab in the back, burn in the ribs
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| I need your fingers to straighten my flesh
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| I hope your fingers are kind
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| Hope, fingers
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| Walking the ghost
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| Walking the ghost
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| Walking the ghost
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| Walking the ghost
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| I can feel someone is with me now
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| Pulling me on, whispering advice
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| Poking in my back
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| Singing prophecies, winged shadows
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| Words on a breeze
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| I’m picking up
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| I’m picking up
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| I’m picking up your message
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| And I’m trying to hear with all the noise around here
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| With all the noise around here
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| I can’t hear any clearer
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| I can’t hear any clearer
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| I can’t hear any clearer
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| I can’t hear any clearer
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| I can’t stop my head from ringing
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| I can’t stop my head from ringing
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| I can’t stop my head from ringing
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| And there’s fingers in my hair
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| Stuck in my back
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| Lifting up my skin
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| Shifting skin, shifting skin
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| Shedding my skin and I’m leaving it behind
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| I’m leaving it behind
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| And I’m walking my ghost
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| I am walking my ghost
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| My ghost
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| My ghost
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| My ghost
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| My ghost |