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There's a hole in the house no fairground ride will fill. No time can kill Since you went away And if I don't climb it, maybe no one will I could hide until There's nothing left to say But I won't let it go Why won't I let it go? I won't let it go Why won't I let it go? I won't let it go Why won't I let it go? But the whippoorwill, whippoorwill, whippoorwill, whippoorwill knows There's a hole in the house no holiday can change No wood can frame Since you went away Like a conversation scrubbed out on a page On an unlit stage Nothing left to say But I won't let it go Why won't I let it go? I won't let it go Why won't I let it go? I won't let it go Why won't I let it go? But the whippoorwill, whippoorwill, whippoorwill, whippoorwill knows I can feel its hands around my neck I can feel its fingers on my eye I can feel it hang across my leg I can feel it anywhere I hide There's a hole in the house no fairground ride will fill. There's a hole in the house no fairground ride will fill. But the whippoorwill, whippoorwill, whippoorwill, whippoorwill There's a hole in the house no fairground ride will fill. There's a hole in the house no fairground ride will fill. There's a hole in the house no fairground ride will fill. There's a hole in the house no fairground ride will fill. There's a hole in the house feels like a lone car still. Like an unpaid bill. Since you went away. And your face is frozen, but I hear you still. Hidden in a whippoorwill calling it out again. But I won't let it go Why won't I let it go? I won't let it go Why won't I let it go? I won't let it go Why won't I let it go? But the whippoorwill, whippoorwill, whippoorwill, whippoorwill knows I can feel its hands around my neck I can feel its fingers on my eye I can feel it hang across my leg I can feel it anywhere I hide There's a hole in the house no fairground ride will fill. There's a hole in the house no fairground ride will fill. But the whippoorwill, whippoorwill, whippoorwill, whippoorwill I can feel its hands around my neck I can feel its fingers on my eye I can feel it hang across my leg I can feel it anywhere I hide There's a hole in the house no fairground ride will fill. There's a hole in the house no fairground ride will fill. But the whippoorwill, whippoorwill, whippoorwill, whippoorwill But the whippoorwill, whippoorwill, whippoorwill, whippoorwill But the whippoorwill, whippoorwill, whippoorwill, whippoorwill
Writer(s): Guy Connelly, Nic Nell, Andrew West, Che Albrighton Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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