I'm playing peek-a-boo with the peephole
I see the people walking, seeking for a hideout
On a count of ten, I shouted ready or not
A thrilling silence, just my voice echoes around.
I seek, I hunt them
In this haunting silence
With the mission to guard the peephole
"Charlie, Charlie where are you?" My voice rose in terror.
Here you are, I found
He chase me like a starving zombie
I tapped the peephole and cried "you're out"
The hunt still continues for another two ghosts in the house.
Oh! This haunting silence kills me
A voice sounds from my peephole "dabba" like a ghost
My game is over
The hunt starts over and the haunting silence too.
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Indigo (Everything Speaks)
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