You¡¯re tuning out like a snowy television
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You¡¯re turning into something you don¡¯t understand
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Caught amongst the hungry ghosts
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Fluttering in windows
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Caught amongst the hungry ghosts that take you by the hand
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You used to dream that you would meet a stranger
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You used to dream that one day
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You would catch a whale
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But now you walk alone
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It is not a walk through pansies
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Where did it go?
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Is the spirit here?
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No
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Broken bottles broken bones
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She had a man who used to beat her
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Don¡¯t let anybody know
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Heavy hands, hair of cedar
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And they come and use you up
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And then leave you where they found you
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¡®til you sigh and let it go
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Is the spirit here?
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Definitely no
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Swollen bellies hungry souls
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Swollen cities hungry nation
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Their opinions are a crutch
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For a dead imagination
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Empty eyes and broken homes
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And I wonder, have I joined them?
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Well at least I¡¯m not alone
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Is the spirit here?
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Definitely no
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Like a flatline, without pain
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Like a doctor who keeps talking
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Catch a bottle full of rain
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Like a robot I went walking
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Then the roof came flying off
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Like a border open wide
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Like a flower where you died
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Like a sinister banister slide
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Into the minds
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Of the houses you¡¯ve abandoned
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Through a sea of shattered lives
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Like a swan without my pride
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Like a monster in a dress
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Near forgotten left a mess
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Like the only one you can¡¯t impress
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Is the spirit here?
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Yes
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Is the spirit here
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| Noe Venable |
