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SOMEWHERE THERE’S A dripping
Somewhere there’s a sigh
Someone told me come here
No one told me why
Upstairs there’s a scratching
Of nails against the floor
Upstairs there’s a weeping
The trying of a door
Downstairs there’s a cellar
Downstairs there’s a voice
Muttering of sins and deeds
And how it had no choice
Outside there is nothing
Outside’s already gone
Inside I am waiting
Inside I am wrong
In here there is darkness
In which I know I’ll die
In here I’m the no one
Who wouldn’t tell me why
