| I’m the latest apparition
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| Cutting slices in the night
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| I come through without permission
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| Moving in and out of human sight
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| I’m the tapping on your shoulder
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| I am the raving in the storm
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| I’ll take shelter in you rafters
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| I’m the shiver when you’re warm
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| I’m the gold in California
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| I am the well in Mexico
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| Like the vultures in the valley
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| I will wait for you to go
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| I’m the gypsy in you pocket
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| I am the horseman in your dreams
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| I’m the reason dogs are barking
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| I am the hand that stops the scream
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| I am the baby’s cry that isn’t
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| I am the distant relative
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| I’m the scratching in the ceiling
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| I am advice you shouldn’t give
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| I’m the ghost of a travelling salesman
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| My foot will be there in your door
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| Though I can walk through walls and windows
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| I will knock just like before
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| I am the darkness in your daughter
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| I am the spot beneath the skin
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| I am the scarlet on the pavement
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| I am the broken heart within
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| I won’t take a train to nowhere
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| I will not touch just anyone
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| Ask a stranger why I’m waiting
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| In the chamber of a gun |