| Bricks and mortar and so much more
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| The piano drifts through an open door
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| A glass of wine and the twilight fades
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| Shadows march as the dark invades
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| Think a witch lives inside the woods
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| I heard her singing and she plays real good
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| Crawling into my hiding place
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| A hint of perfume and a touch of lace
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| You’re antisocial but you make my day
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| I’ll always stay with you come what may
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| How maladjusted and an introvert
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| I know you’re there when I’m lost and hurt
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| It seems to me that I always wait
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| A hundred years in this hiding place
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| Please find me now and release the spell
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| An age of reason and a tale to tell
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| You’re antisocial but you make my day
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| I’ll always stay with you come what may
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| How maladjusted and an introvert
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| I know you’re there when I’m lost and hurt
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| So I wait through the winter
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| Holiday, holiday I wait
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| So I wait through the summer
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| Holiday, holiday I wait
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| So I wait through the winter
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| Holiday, holiday I wait
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| Summer me all winter |