(Oliver Doolittle)
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I watched you leave that's how I know you're gone
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But this heart of mine keeps telling me I'm wrong
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I see your face before me every night
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In this haunted house when I turn off the light
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Sometimes I hear you walk across the floor
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And my arms reach out to hold you like before
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I live for all the things we used to do
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In this haunted house I filled with love for you
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This haunted house I'm living in is killing me
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And the ghost of your love won't set me free
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Each morning finds me crying and alone
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In this haunted house we used to call our home
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Each morning finds me crying...
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This Haunted House
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Loretta Lynn |