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(oh no)
I don’t think much about you anymore.
(oh no)
You’re not on every whisper.
(oh no)
I don’t think much about you,
But if you’re not lurking behind every curtain,

I’m wondering whose house are you haunting tonight?
Whose name you hiss, whose clinching fists?
Whose house are you haunting tonight?

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