| I thought I heard you pulling up outside
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| It’s just the wind whisperin’through the pines
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| I haven’t seen who I’m looking for
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| Just empty shadows in my open door
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| The empty closet where you hung your clothes
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| The empty hooks where you hung your coat
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| The cellar steps or the kitchen floor
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| They don’t catch shadows like an open door
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| Do open windows keep the rain away?
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| Do open eyes keep the ghosts at bay?
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| I thought an open door would bring you in Now I guess I’m gonna have to guess again
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| I find myself hoping for a storm
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| Each silver lining is a crown of thorns
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| I find myself hoping for the rain
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| You don’t see shadows on a cloudy day
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| Go to the corner where the ghosts hang out
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| They’ll all agree with what I’m talking about
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| They’d haunt your halls and walk through walls before
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| They’d ever set foot in an open door
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| Do open windows keep the rain away?
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| Do open eyes keep the ghosts at bay?
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| I thought an open door would bring you in Now I guess I’m gonna have to guess again
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| I’m saving nickels and I’m saving dimes
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| I’m gonna kiss you where the sun don’t shine
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| And all those shadows gonna kiss them too
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| Just as long as they come in with you
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| Do open windows keep the rain away?
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| Do open eyes keep the ghosts at bay?
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| I thought an open door would bring you in Now I guess I’m gonna have to guess again |