| There’s a name on the wall
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| But you can’t make it out
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| There’s a noise in the hall
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| But there’s no one about
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| So you sneak out of bed
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| Hoping you’ll catch Angeline
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| You’re eyes are growing dark
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| As you fold out your heart, Angeline
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| There’s a crack in the window
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| Some snow on the floor
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| There’s a wind out there howling
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| But you want to make sure
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| As you light up a candle
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| She knocks on your door, Angeline
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| Your face is growing pale
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| As you spell out her name, Angeline
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| Angeline, you’ve got nothing to fear
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| It’s only me, you’re in for a treat
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| Angeline, I wish you’d see
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| The other me, the one you’re about to release
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| You’ve heard all about her
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| But you haven’t seen her face
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| When she enters your room
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| You’re no longer afraid
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| 'cause you know that if you’ll die
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| You’ll die with a smile, Angeline
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| So you just stare for a while
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| When closing your eyes, you believe
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| Angeline, you’ve got nothing to fear
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| It’s only me, you’re in for a treat
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| Angeline, I wish you’d see
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| The other me, the one you’re about to release
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| Her hair is untidy
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| But her eyes they look mild
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| She’s got a rope hanging around her
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| It was made for a child
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| As she unfolds her gown
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| You see her shoulders, they’re burnt from the sun
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| You stretch out your hand
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| Just to see if you can, but then she’s gone
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| Angeline… |