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Sun light peers through the window

Of our forsaken house

You look at my face I look at your face

You put your hand to your mouth

Are you troubled my dear

Are you boiling with fear

Has your guilt ridden conscience give in

There's no heaven or hell

This house is it for us both

Let the haunting forever begin

We watch the wood floors warp in the sun

Patiently pacing till midnight

We watch our corpses decompose

In the bleached silver ray of the moonlight

The years forget us

As our bones turn to dust

She speaks only when lonely

As we accept fate

Just then a family of eight

Moves in for a small sum of money

In every home

A ghost exists

In every home

A ghost exists

In every home

A ghost exists

In every home

A ghost exists

In every home

A ghost exists

In every home

A ghost exists

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