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So quiet |
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I can hear that the refrigerator is on |
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I can hear the fabric of your sleeping bag |
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How it sounds someone else's floor |
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There was a small riot |
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That kept me up until dawn |
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It seems someone had something to say |
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To the rest of the party out on the lawn |
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Who called? |
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What the hell did they say? |
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Get off the telephone right now |
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Don't throw another minute away |
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Please, not today, not today |
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There's a man around |
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His face always firetruck red |
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I've heard there were angels in his head |
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But now he holds a baseball bat instead |
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And there that famous sound |
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That the snow makes under my feet |
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When a snowball to cold for a snowball falls |
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Saves me from my impending week |
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Who called? |
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What the hell did they say? |
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Get off my doorstep right now |
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Don't you dare get in my way |
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No, not today, not today |
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Who called? |
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What the hell did they say? |
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Get off the telephone right now |
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Don't throw another minute away |
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Because there are ghosts, yeah |
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And they don't even wait to call |
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They will crawl up in your skin |
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And they will come out from the walls, if you let them |