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You're blowing through the home like a hurricane Shooting through the rooms like a bullet train Oh no, looking for what you shouldn't You're going to wish you didn't You can find pleasure in the crux of pain It seems you've find a way to dance on your own grave You're digging deeper when you say: Come out, come out I heard such shouting from the wings I know you're up there Lurking ... watching ... We could play a game of hot and cold Your fingers nearly froze looking through those old photos It ain't a memory you're seeking It's more like a feeling Inspiration's a funny thing The more the mind wilts, the more of a wellspring You're getting warmer when you sing: Come out, come out Don't be so proud, so obstinate I know you're up there Out, come out SongtexteBefore I doubt your existence You must be somewhere Out, come out Unveil this shroud wherever you are Whoever you are, or should I say, whatever you are I am, you are, oh-oh, oh-oh I AM! I AM! Warmer, warmer, house on fire Warmer, warmer, cut the telephone wire Warmer, warmer, cried the farmer's wife Warmer, warmer, with a carving knife Warmer, warmer, squealed the little pig Warmer, warmer, let me in Warmer, warmer! You're getting hot Warmer, warmer! You're burning up Warmer, warmer, or have you had enough? Aus Songtexte Mania