Deep in the night she quietly creep
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Sometime she moan, sometime she weep
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When the wind starts a howling out of control
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She's trouble in mind, she's nothing but soul
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Now don't feel afraid there's nothing to fear
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It's just strange visitation year after year
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She gave me something I needed but now the feeling is gone
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And it's high time I told her she's gonna have to move on
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From the eerie lake to the hills that shake
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I've been haunted on every coast
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I might miss her I know
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But I'm letting it go
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I'm giving up the ghost
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Giving up the ghost
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Last night she came in at the usual time
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Twelve is the number that the church bells did chime
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But the wind didn't blow, there was barely a breeze
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Just a light shining over the sycamore trees
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From the eerie lake to the hills that shake
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I've been haunted on every coast
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I might miss her in know
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But I'm letting it go
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I'm giving up the ghost
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Giving up the ghost
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Now feeling much better
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But I'm still on the brink
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I just got a letter in vanishing ink
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Giving Up The Ghost
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Marc Cohn |