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from under your sheets out into the hallyou sleepwalk through the rooms where you grew upout through the porch and the old front doorscarried by words that you learned when you were smalldown the stone steps and into the nightit's the boulevard and the hum of her hard lightsand when you open your eyes you're in central parkcarried by the words that you learned when you woke up:even though - i thought i was - all alone - i was wrongeven though - i thought i was - all alone - i am notyou can hurry home to mama and your house of doorsget the bolt in the hole and you can close all the windowsbut keeping out the killers and keeping out the creepsisn't keeping out the doubt and the disbeliefas they look for god in them ivory hallsyou can see her on the porch, listening to the radio,singing that wanderer's song:even though - i thought i was - all alone - i was wrongeven though - i thought i was - all alone - i am noteven though - i thought i was - i was wrong - i am notand even if - you're scared stiff - you can trust in this - you can trust in this From Letras Mania