Tree's in the attic.
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In my house are tree's with hollow holes.
They reach through the ceiling, dark attic space.
Who lives up there, I peer up the tree, .
I see no one, no one but me.
I call up to hollowed tones
I hear sharp creeks and shallowed moans.
Is that a ghost I hear, what could it be,
I hear no one, no one but me.
In dark spaces filled with static,
I live alone here in my attic.
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In my house are tree's with hollow holes.
They reach through the ceiling, dark attic space.
Who lives up there, I peer up the tree, .
I see no one, no one but me.
I call up to hollowed tones
I hear sharp creeks and shallowed moans.
Is that a ghost I hear, what could it be,
I hear no one, no one but me.
In dark spaces filled with static,
I live alone here in my attic.
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