Whose sticky hands are there And what is this
empty place I could be happily lost but for
your face Here stands an empty house That
used to be full of life Now it's home for no
one and his wife It's a hovel and... Who
can take your place? I can't face another
day And who will shelter me? It's cold in
here Cover me Under these fingertips a
strange body rolls and dips I close my eyes
and you're here again Later as day
descends I'll shout from my window To
anyone listening, "I'm losing" Who can take
your place? I can't face another day And
who will shelter me? It's cold in
here Cover me Oh in a plague of hateful
questioning Tap dancing every syllable from
ear to ear I hear the din of lovers
jousting When I'm hiding with my head to the
wall Who will shelter me? It's cold in
here
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