No one sees me climbing up those stairs None to ask what I am doing there No witness to a soul without a prayer I never make a sound when I'm going round And you're not there In silence under cover of the black We'll wait until the world has turned its back Then we let go the vows of old And the bodies pound on the old home ground When you're not around In silence under cover of the black We'll wait until the world has turned its back Then we let go the vows of old And the bodies pound on the old home ground When you're not around I have found how that woman sounds When you're not around When a tree falls down Makes the same old sound When you're not around
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