(Mark Erelli)
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I thought I heard you knocking
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As I sprung up from my chair
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Flung the door wide open
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There was no one standing there
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It's getting harder every moment
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To tell what's really real
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Sometimes it ain't the things you know
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It's more the way you feel
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I thought I heard you knocking
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Tapping soft and light
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Like the sounds an old house offers
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When it settles for the night
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You used to be just as familiar
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Like whiskey on my breath
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Now whenever you come calling
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You scare me half to death
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Haven't you already had your fun
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Or maybe this has only just begun
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You got me wondering should I stay or should run
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Won't you tell me what you think it is I done
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I thought I heard you knocking
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Like a hard rain tumbling down
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When I strain my ears to listen
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I can scarcely hear the sound
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Some questions they have answers
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And you never ask again
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Some questions only lead
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To places you've already been
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It's such a dark and bitter seed you've sown
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I've got a worried feeling deep down in my bones
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If I look at you will I just turn to stone
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I don't know why you won't leave me alone
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I thought I heard you knocking
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Sharp and shallow on my door
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I Thought I Heard You Knocking
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| Mark Erelli |
