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Ghost In My Attic

Silent footsteps walking down the hall

I can feel them they make no sound at all

I can hear them whispering right outside the door

I’ve heard their voiceless voices many times before

I turn the doorknob and open the door real slow

There is no one there oh where did they go

Oh their in the attic now I can hear their sound

Why must they always drag those chains around?

"Hey be quiet up there I don’t like what I hear"

Why in my heart are they always trying to strike fear?

"Why can’t you just go to wherever you belong?"

"Don’t you know it is time for you to move along?"