You're blowing through the home like a hurricane
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Shooting through the rooms like a bullet train
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Oh no, looking for what you shouldn't
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You're going to wish you didn't
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You can find pleasure in the crux of pain
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It seems you've find a way to dance on your own grave
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You're digging deeper when you say:
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Come out, come out
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I heard such shouting from the wings
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I know you're up there
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Lurking ... watching ...
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We could play a game of hot and cold
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Your fingers nearly froze looking through those old photos
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It ain't a memory you're seeking
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It's more like a feeling
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Inspiration's a funny thing
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The more the mind wilts, the more of a wellspring
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You're getting warmer when you sing:
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Come out, come out
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Don't be so proud, so obstinate
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I know you're up there
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Out, come out
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Before I doubt your existence
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You must be somewhere
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Out, come out
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Unveil this shroud wherever you are
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Whoever you are, or should I say, whatever you are
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I am, you are, oh-oh, oh-oh
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I AM! I AM!
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Warmer, warmer, house on fire
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Warmer, warmer, cut the telephone wire
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Warmer, warmer, cried the farmer's wife
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Warmer, warmer, with a carving knife
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Warmer, warmer, squealed the little pig
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Warmer, warmer, let me in
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Warmer, warmer! You're getting hot
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Warmer, warmer! You're burning up
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Warmer, warmer, or have you had enough?
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Warmer Warmer
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