LYRIC
You can't come in
You don't live here anymore
Go, some creepy conjurer
Who touched the rim
Whose hands are in the door [Chorus] I need soothing
My lips aren't moving
My God is brooding [Verse 2] Drawn in chalk across the floor
You made it yours
Your private door to my room
May those who find you find remorse
A change of course, a strange discord resolved [Chorus] I need soothing
My lips aren't moving
My God is brooding [Bridge] I banish you with love
I banish you with love
You can't come in
You don't live here anymore
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