| Someone’s always haunting the house
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| I can hear them stepping about lightly
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| Sitting there where you use to lie
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| I can feel the weight on the bed beside me
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| Knocking on the walls in the dark
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| Form and figure moving around
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| Is that you
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| Ratting the silver and glass
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| Thought you said that you didn’t want to come through
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| I stay in a sleepless state
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| All the time blurry lines
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| With the dawn about to lie
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| You say it’s too far away
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| But you’re here lending ears
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| As I ramble through the night
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| Neighborhood is falling asleep
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| Tired from a day in the life I don’t know
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| You’re just getting started again
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| Making a believer in me when you show
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| It’s not the little visits I mind
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| It’s trying to find a way for us both to move on
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| To pack the history up and move on
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| I stay in a sleepless state
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| All the time blurry lines
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| With the dawn about to lie
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| You say it’s too far away
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| But you’re here lending ears
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| As I ramble through the night
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| How do I get right
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| Color my eyes white again
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| How do I get right
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| Color my eyes white again, again
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| I stay in a sleepless state
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| All the time blurry lines
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| With the dawn about to lie
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| You say it’s too far away
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| But you’re here lending ears
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| As I ramble through the night
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| Someone’s always haunting the house
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| Form and figure moving around
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| Is that you |