If I walk down this hallway, tonight,
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It's too quiet,
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So I Pad through the dark
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and call you on the phone
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Push your old numbers
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and let your house ring
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til I wake you ghost.
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Let him walk down your hallway
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it's not this quiet
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slide down your receiver
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sprint across the wire
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follow my number
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slide into my hand.
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It's the blaze across my nightgown
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it's the phone's ring.
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I think last night
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you were driving circles around me.
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I can't drink this coffee
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til I put you in my closet
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let him shoot me down
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let him call me off
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I take it from his whisper
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you're not that tough.
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Your Ghost
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Kristin Hersh |