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I create the things that haunt me |
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The ghosts you see here came with me |
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I create my consequences |
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I have weaved my history |
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CHORUS: |
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Something in your bones calls you here |
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Something in your fabric ties you here |
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So take a breath and mend the wound |
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or pull the thread and disappear |
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I designed this institution |
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The lunatics are honored guests |
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And it was invitation-only |
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The murderers are here at my request |
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CHORUS |
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I don't wish distress upon you |
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or to be a dreadful host |
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But you'll likely get what you want the least |
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just when you need it most |
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Don't fall apart |
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This is a gift I promise you |
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A silken thread to mend your injury |
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But if it scars or not is up to you |
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CHORUS |
