I close my door at night
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But they get in all right
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And she turns on the light
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I held her hands so tight
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'Cause words don't come out right
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And she sees things at night
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Me, I'm closer to the door
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I don't get scared no more
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But I don't know the score
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If I could hold them in my hand
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I'd make them understand
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I'm not a haunted mind
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I'm not a thoughtless kind
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If I could put them in a jar
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I know they wouldn't scar
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I'd do it if I could
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I hope you know I would
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I close my door at night
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But she gets in all right
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So I turn on the light
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I held her hand too tight
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Too hard to make it right
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So I could sleep at night
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If I could hold them in my hand
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I'd make them understand
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I'm not a haunted mind
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I'm not a thoughtless kind
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If I could put them in a jar
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I know they wouldn't scar
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I'd do it if I could
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I hope you know I would
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I'd do it if I could
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I hope you know I would
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I'd do it if I could
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I hope you know I would
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I'd do it if I could
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I hope you know I would
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I'd do it if I could
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I hope you know I would
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Late At Night
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| Buffalo Tom |
