Well, I left my home on hollow bones
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While you were curled and sleeping
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And I wandered far beneath a concrete star
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And slept along the highways
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But even though I am lost all the time
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I've got hooks in my sides that you left there
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But you're not the same, you died along the way
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Now we're ghosts and we're praying for winter
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Well, I found a wheel that squeaks and squeals
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And I left it on your doorstep
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Because I heard that you might be broken, too
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And I thought it'd keep you company
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But even though I am lost all the time
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I've got hooks in my sides that you left there
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But you're not the same, you died along the way
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Now we're ghosts and we're praying for winter
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Homesick
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| Radical Face |
