| This houses ghost is shallow
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| Sleepwalking all through the night, by candlelight
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| Like a fairy tale from the pages of my mind
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| These halls are dark and drift side to side
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| We will leave behind all of these haunted walls
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| And these ramshackle doors
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| I’m passing over the earth
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| And all that’s in between
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| I still see apparitions holding on to fantasy
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| We fell into a fabled land somewhere
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| Somewhere we need to believe
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| We stitched up all the seams
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| But the tapestry is unravelling
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| Our faded star is flickering
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| This houses ghost is shallow
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| Sleepwalking all through the night, by candlelight
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| Like a fairy tale from the pages of my mind
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| These halls are dark and drift side to side
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| What a delight it must be to pass through walls
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| And watch us from the outside
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| This crooked mans now crooked home
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| Is all that’s left of me
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| They speak of ancient deeds now dwelling in the majesty
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| Like wind to the leaves, at the edges of the world we’ll always meet
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| So hand down all of our stories through your makeshift town
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| I’ll wait here 'til morning, watching faeries abound
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| I had to let her through the door
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| I had no choice but to let her go
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| I was the friend she missed
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| I fear the dawn and cuts we risk
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| This houses ghost is shallow
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| Sleepwalking all through the night, by candlelight
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| Like a fairy tale from the pages of my mind
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| These halls are dark and drift side to side
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| What a delight it must be to pass through walls
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| And watch us from the outside
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| We will leave behind all of these haunted walls
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| And these ramshackle doors |