| I’m taping up around the doors
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| And nailing shut the windows
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| Sawdust and syrup in the cracks between the boards
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| Keeping out the moths and the minnows
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| And did you ever think
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| Oh there’s a ghost in this house
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| And its opening my mouth
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| There’s a ghost in this house
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| Let him out, let him out, let him out
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| Oh
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| Now its the end of the season and the last of our supplies
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| So check your fingernails
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| Burning through the calendars and E strings
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| Oh yeah, we’re breaking all the scales
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| Do you ever drink and do you ever think
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| Oh there’s a ghost in this house
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| And its opning your mouth
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| There’s a ghost in this house
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| Lt him out, let him out, let him out
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| Oh there’s a ghost in this house
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| And its tossing us about
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| There’s a ghost in this house
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| Let him out, let him out, let him out
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| Let him out, let him out, let him out
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| Let him out, let him out, let him out |