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hang my eyes up on a hook |
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swells the panic i can't look |
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inside my own skin i fail to find myself again |
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a million faces look the same |
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and their replies evaporate |
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there's no soul behind these eyes |
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if they can't glue me back again |
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ghosts drop hints and whisper things |
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just blood and bone and bits of string |
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family portrait on the wall |
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quiet confusion circle this |
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i can feel my mother's hand |
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but i can't find her face to kiss |
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there's no soul behind these eyes |
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if they can't glue me back again |
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someone's life inside a box |
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nothing here resets the clocks |
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ghosts drop hints and whisper things |
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just blood and bone and bits of string |
