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The Scratch Outside My Door
I don’t think much about you, at least not any more
You are just a little whisper, a scratch outside my door
A place I like to go when I’m head against the wind
Wrapping arms of warmth when I most need a friend
The little scratch that whispers, open up your door
I don’t think about you, at least not any more
You are just a faded memory, an ode to Ed’s Lenoir
A ghost inside my head, a headstone I can read
The granite name that leaves my soul to bleed
When I don’t think about you, I see you evermore.