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Lyrics
It may be my imagination
And of course I'm prone to exaggeration
But in the moth eaten gloom of my shabby room I saw the strangest manifestation
One possible explanation is that it was merely a trick of the light
But that's little consolation
'Cause it's gotten so that I can't sleep at night!!
What Presence?!
Steppin' out 'neath a harvest moon, steppin' out to the strains of this self-same tune and it's screaming in my ears
Copyright: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): EDWYN STEPHEN COLLINS
And of course I'm prone to exaggeration
But in the moth eaten gloom of my shabby room I saw the strangest manifestation
One possible explanation is that it was merely a trick of the light
But that's little consolation
'Cause it's gotten so that I can't sleep at night!!
What Presence?!
Steppin' out 'neath a harvest moon, steppin' out to the strains of this self-same tune and it's screaming in my ears
Copyright: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): EDWYN STEPHEN COLLINS
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