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There are walls to keep the stranger out |
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And doors that open wide |
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Over here, over here |
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Open spaces for a silent shout |
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A place for you to hide |
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Over here |
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Over here that feeling that fills my head |
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And smiles as as I take my time to bed |
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And |
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I hear someone calling me |
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Oh no |
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This certain space is not your place to go |
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And |
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I see someone standing there |
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Go away |
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Gone walkabout, not coming out today |
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Nothing ever seems to matter |
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And yet, nothing means so much |
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Over here, over here |
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No magic box or slight of hand |
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No mockery of touch |
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Over here |
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Over here I go but not to sleep |
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I hope there's something I can keep |
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(Chorus) |
