| In the middle of the night again
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| Still water and the birds don’t sing
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| Cold gin in the back room humming
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| Medicating for the trouble that’s coming
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| Walls rattle like a diesel freighter
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| Blood races like a wave
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| This house wasn’t meant for strangers
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| But you come knocking anyway
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| I can hear you knocking on the door
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| I won’t leave it open for you anymore
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| I can hear you knocking on the door
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| Knocking on the door of the house of mercy
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| Don’t try to change my mind
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| That knock gets louder all the time
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| Don’t try to wear me down
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| You’ll never get inside this house
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| Underneath that shirt you’re wearing
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| Strained muscles and a heart of stone
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| Double crossing like a wild chameleon
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| You make me want to be alone
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| I can hear you knocking on the door
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| I won’t leave it open for you anymore
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| I can hear you knocking on the door
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| Knocking on the door of the house of mercy
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| Don’t try to change my mind
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| That knock gets louder all the time
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| Don’t try to wear me down
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| You’ll never get inside this house
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| I can hear you knocking on the door
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| I won’t leave it open for you anymore
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| I can hear you knocking on the door
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| Knocking on the door of the house of mercy |