There's nobody out there, it's just the noise of the wind
There's nobody out there and nobody getting in
I hope that happiness finds its way to your little house
?Cause while you were sleeping
I, I played a ghost in a sheet
When our frames collide
There's nothing left to be
There's nobody out there, the rain is just starting to pour
You get so much there you weary yourself thin
I hope that happiness finds its way to your little house
?Cause while you were sleeping
I, I played a ghost in a sheet
When our frames collide
There's nothing left to be
Artist: Ãðàæäàíñêàÿ Îáîðîíà
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