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Your Bones are cold, they walk alone |
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they stagger out of time |
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the ghosts critique your silent leave, |
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you've turned your back on peace of mind. |
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you go, go, your body leaves its track marks behind |
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cause you've lost your guide to a crooked smile, again. |
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home, this is not our home, it's a stop to rest. |
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you lean along a flight of stairs and you worry for your health |
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you go, go , your body leaves |
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it can' stay well. |
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cause you've lost your guide to a crooked smile, again. |
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I WILL CALM AND QUIET NOW YOUR BONES |
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LIKE A WARM STONE... |
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you usher in the silence, turn your head, turn your head. |
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now in the silence you are fed, you are fed. |
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you're steady as you're waiting |
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for someone to take your place |
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cause you've lost your guide to a crooked smile, again. |
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I WILL CALM AND QUIET NOW YOUR BONES |
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LIKE A WARM STONE... |
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LIKE A WEANED CHILD...LIKE A WARM STONE. |
