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Its Nothing At All
It was just a faint little sound
A rustling mouse, is all
Nothing of concern
Nothing at all
It was the first night in the new place
Each boy and girl and mom and dad
Tucked tightly in bed
Ready for their dreams
It was just a faint little sound
A rustling mouse, is all
Nothing of concern
Nothing at all
As the father lies down
All hears an echo
Maybe a crash?
Maybe a snap?
It was just a faint little sound
A rustling mouse, is all
Nothing of concern
Nothing at all
Jumping out of bed
Gathering in the halls
Awaiting an answer
To what made the call
It was just a faint little sound
A rustling mouse, is all
Nothing of concern
Nothing at all
Father walks down the stairs
A light in his hand
Hoping to find the cause
Of what had him out of bed
It was just a faint little sound
A rustling mouse, is all
Nothing of concern
Nothing at all
Now down the stairs he is
Grabbing for a light
When he hears the sound again
Closer than before
It was just a faint little sound
A rustling mouse, is all
Nothing of concern
Nothing at all
As the light turns on he sees
The girls he calls his own
Two daughters of his
Aged seven and three
A rustling mouse, is all
Nothing of concern
Nothing at all
It was the first night in the new place
Each boy and girl and mom and dad
Tucked tightly in bed
Ready for their dreams
It was just a faint little sound
A rustling mouse, is all
Nothing of concern
Nothing at all
As the father lies down
All hears an echo
Maybe a crash?
Maybe a snap?
It was just a faint little sound
A rustling mouse, is all
Nothing of concern
Nothing at all
Jumping out of bed
Gathering in the halls
Awaiting an answer
To what made the call
It was just a faint little sound
A rustling mouse, is all
Nothing of concern
Nothing at all
Father walks down the stairs
A light in his hand
Hoping to find the cause
Of what had him out of bed
It was just a faint little sound
A rustling mouse, is all
Nothing of concern
Nothing at all
Now down the stairs he is
Grabbing for a light
When he hears the sound again
Closer than before
It was just a faint little sound
A rustling mouse, is all
Nothing of concern
Nothing at all
As the light turns on he sees
The girls he calls his own
Two daughters of his
Aged seven and three
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