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The house sat empty forty years
A wasted crystal chandelier
The lungs still howled a breathless air
And corporate dust of laughing lairs
He checked them in, the straw and clay
Of ninety years of day by day
Walls must retain an image of
The spark that stirs within them

Agatha, Agatha, Agatha, Agatha, Agatha, Agatha, Agatha, Agatha, oh
Agatha, Agatha, Agatha, Agatha, Agatha, Agatha, Agatha, Agatha, oh

I was fourteen, they bought the home
Just old enough to stay alone
The biggest chair, the smoky skin
I sat like so and drew it in
The floors that creak, the pipes that pound
And underneath, one other sound
An angry hum; a low heart rate
That made me fear the stairs of

Agatha, Agatha, Agatha, Agatha, Agatha, Agatha, Agatha, Agatha, oh
Agatha, Agatha, Agatha, Agatha, Agatha, Agatha, Agatha, Agatha, oh

The void that's crowded with their fears
Spills out into the present years
Perdures upon the child at night
And recedes with the daylight time
Each year I grow, each day I think
Of when I felt the breath of wind
Above my chair, around my neck
It wanted to devour me

Agatha, Agatha, Agatha, Agatha, Agatha, Agatha, Agatha, Agatha, oh
Agatha, Agatha, Agatha, Agatha, Agatha, Agatha, Agatha, Agatha, Agatha...

Agatha! (Agatha, Agatha, Agatha...)
Agatha! (Agatha, Agatha, Agatha...)
Agatha! (Agatha, Agatha, Agatha...)
Agatha! (Agatha, Agatha, Agatha...)


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