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I close my door at night |
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But they get in all right |
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And she turns on the light |
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I held her hands so tight |
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'Cause words don't come out right |
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And she sees things at night |
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Me, I'm closer to the door |
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I don't get scared no more |
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But I don't know the score |
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If I could hold them in my hand |
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I'd make them understand |
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I'm not a haunted mind |
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I'm not a thoughtless kind |
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If I could put them in a jar |
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I know they wouldn't scar |
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I'd do it if I could |
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I hope you know I would |
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I close my door at night |
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But she gets in all right |
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So I turn on the light |
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I held her hand too tight |
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Too hard to make it right |
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So I could sleep at night |
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If I could hold them in my hand |
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I'd make them understand |
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I'm not a haunted mind |
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I'm not a thoughtless kind |
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If I could put them in a jar |
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I know they wouldn't scar |
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I'd do it if I could |
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I hope you know I would |
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I'd do it if I could |
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I hope you know I would |
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I'd do it if I could |
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I hope you know I would |
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I'd do it if I could |
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I hope you know I would |
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I'd do it if I could |
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I hope you know I would |
