All the screams that keep me awake,
The bumps in the night,
The shivers and shakes,
Every little noise when I’m all alone,
Makes this haunted house a home.
All the creaks in the dead of night,
The dolls in the basement,
The flickering lights,
Every little knock that chills your bones,
Makes this haunted house a home.
In a world among the living,
Is somewhere I cannot be,
You can try to understand,
But I know that you’ll never see,
That home is where the haunt is,
And the dead have a home for me.
All the spiders that creep and crawl,
The whispering voices that come through the walls,
Every little fear of the unknown,
Makes this haunted house a home.
All the shadows in the corridor,
The chimes of the clock,
The blood on the floor,
Every little spook when I’m on my own,
Makes this haunted house a home.
In a world among the living,
Is somewhere I cannot be,
You can try to understand,
But I know that you’ll never see,
That home is where the haunt is,
And the dead have a home for me.
In a world among the living,
Is somewhere I cannot be,
You can try to understand,
But I know that you’ll never see,
That home is where the haunt is,
And the dead have a home for me.

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