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The Writers House - Martin Hall feat. Julia Holmstrom Epidemic Pop ▼▼ LYRICS:

^DThe hidden ^Atrail In the back of the old ^Gbarn ^D Past the^Em Ivory Hi^Bmll ^DI remember ^Emit J^Gust like a photograph ^DBut they say ^Emit's haunted ^G/Dnow

^D/G A million stories From a^Bm hole inside the wall ^GCurtains moving without ^Bmwind ^Bm7 ^D/G The crack of porcelain In the^Bm middle of the night Help to ^Akeep the kids away From what ^Gused to be The Writers H^Douse

She lived alone But never lonely Always someone around What was real What was only in her mind She was a scream without sound A white snake poet In the stormy month of June The leafs they fall in early May The wind keeps tearing down The black tiles from the roof And soon there will be nothing left From what used to be The Writers House

Martin Hall - The writer's house