| Look up as I lie in bed,
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| feeling the presence of the dead
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| I get a feeling from your stare,
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| this is something that we know
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| I hear you
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| Do you hear me?
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| There’s something I’ve got to ask,
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| are you part of my family tree?
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| Well, I don’t know
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| but I’m curious all the same
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| I’ve been thinking for some time now
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| Please tell me why you came
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| Is it something else in you,
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| or is it something passing through?
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| Does it show you any light,
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| or does it tell you what to write?
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| 'Cause I feel you
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| Do you feel me?
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| There’s something I’ve got to ask,
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| will you become part of me?
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| Well, I don’t know
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| but I’m curious all the same
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| I’ve been thinking for some time now
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| Please tell me why you came
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| Please tell me why you came…
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| When my heart has skipped a beat,
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| I feel it’s someone I’m gonna meet
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| Is this just my imagination,
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| or have I built my own creation?
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| I’m near you,
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| and you’re near me There’s something I’ve got to ask,
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| is there life after death for me?
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| Well, I don’t know
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| but I’m curious all the same
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| I’ve been thinking for some time now
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| Please tell me why you came
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| Please tell me why you came… |