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The cross in the middle of the room |
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But the ghost who sleeps in the kitchen sink |
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And the one who shines my shoes all put the money in a bag |
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And left the house before the blizzards came |
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The summer's got his teeth in me again |
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But my bones are sweating and my clothes are gone |
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And i can't get enough to drink |
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So now the place to be is where the moonlight never blinks |
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And i'd love to explain but truth be told i'm not sure what to think |
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So now i'm going to bed |
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I woke up with my head stuffed full of fog |
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Beyond it out into the livingroom |
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Until i couldn't see the floors or walls |
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And as the sun cut through i finally found a place to lay |
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The skeleton in my closet left his home |
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Now he sits up on the rooftop and shouts my secrets with a megaphone |
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And as the shit hit the fan i packed my bags and caught the train |
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And i'd like to point the finger but there's no one left to blame |
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Now there's nothing left to protect me from the rain |
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And it's really coming down.. |
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It's the thought that burns you out |
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It's the hook that drags you under |
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And it's the grin that rats you out |
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It's a snowstorm in the summer |
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It's the sky that spoils the cloud |
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It's the burn marks on your mother |
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And it's the thought that burns you out |
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It's the hook that drags you under and so on.. |
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Boring and twisting.. a moth stuck in the ground |
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Has made a house of your lightbulbs |
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Mottled and crooked |
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A hiccup in the sound |
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Is like a smudge on the tv |
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Like a crick in your neck |
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Like mistakes that you never regret |
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It's the look upon your face |
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It's the rat that lost the race |
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It's the shivers in your spine |
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It's the heart you'll never find |
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It's the names in wet cement |
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It's the things you can't forget |
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It's the fear of growing old |
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It's the life you'll never know |
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It's the scratches in your teeth |
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It's the time you left for weeks |
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It's the age when you didn't care, darling |
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Cutthroat and ambling |
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The help that's never around |
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Just like a wish on your birthday |
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Tired and empty |
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Attacks on what you found |
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Is like a spot on invention |
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Like a bug in your food |
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Like a thing that's too good to be true.. and so. |
