No one sees me climbing up those stairs
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None to ask what I am doing there
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No witness to a soul without a prayer
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I never make a sound when I'm going round
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And you're not there
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In silence under cover of the black
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We'll wait until the world has turned its back
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Then we let go the vows of old
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And the bodies pound on the old home ground
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When you're not around
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In silence under cover of the black
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We'll wait until the world has turned its back
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Then we let go the vows of old
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And the bodies pound on the old home ground
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When you're not around
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I have found how that woman sounds
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When you're not around
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When a tree falls down
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Makes the same old sound
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When you're not around
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No Witness
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