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Her ghost is six or so feet tall |
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And the lights in the house are dim |
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His voice still echoes through the hall |
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She can't get away from him |
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I clear the couch off and I sit |
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She hangs up the phone |
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And then she says |
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She can't believe he quit |
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But I know he'll be back again |
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Every hour on the hour |
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He will reappear |
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And make it clear that he's around |
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It's not your average social call |
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He does it all without a sound |
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Her ghost is propped up in the hall |
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He speaks no evil there |
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He doesn't notice me at all |
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I find it a bit unfair |
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I'm bathed in shadow from that wall |
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I know he'll be in the air |
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Every hour on the hour |
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She'll watch her apparition |
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Stare her down, but pass her by |
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And I've no ammunition |
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I'm the one who's being exorcised |
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Every hour on the hour |
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Every moment all my power |
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And every where I turn |
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I tend to learn that she's got |
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Memories that never burn |
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And this is of concern and I prepare to go |
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'Cause this I know that though he's out of sight |
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He's in her mind and in my hair |
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I'm tiring of this fight |
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Besides it's getting me nowhere |
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Her ghost makes all of this occur |
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He does it breathlessly |
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So long as he's the life in her |
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He'll be the death of me |
