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Standing 'neath my window |
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Waiting to come in |
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Sometimes there's a sound outside my door |
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Reaching out to touch me |
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It moves on in |
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Getting closer, closer to when I give in |
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I see a shadow not a fantasy |
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It's gaining ground - it's coming back |
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So very strange |
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It never changes this memory |
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Always the same - he's dressed in black |
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No one else can hear a sound - |
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Or feel a thing |
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No one else can see the sorrow that he brings |
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Following close behind |
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Closing on in |
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Open arms are beckoning - inviting me |
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I see a shadow not a fantasy |
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It's gaining ground - it's coming back |
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So very strange |
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It never changes this memory |
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Always the same - he's dressed in black |
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I see a shadow not a fantasy |
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It's gaining ground - it's coming back |
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So very strange |
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It never changes this memory |
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Always the same - he's dressed in black |
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Always the same - he's dressed in black |
