My friends say it's alright..I keep my hands
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Just out of sight
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In bedrooms where I'm nothing else
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there are broken laws..
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And empty shelves..
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And wonderful paintings of white
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Wedding dresses..
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I will love you forever (but these paintings
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will last longer)
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There's a fake gold melting in my hands
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Took it and lost some of my friends
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I died selling the world..
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This medicine..will bury me in unpaved sheets
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But I know a ghost and she knows that
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I know a ghost and she knows how to protect me
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There's god then there's me
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then there's everything in between
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There's saturn, There's me
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And forget everything in between
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My hands shake and squeeze tight
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During surgery at night
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Time is medicine
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And all the reason why we can
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Down fire and warm up our veins
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Until we forget all our names
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Forget this itching trigger finger grip..
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Cause there's something dancing in my head
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To a song I can't forget
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And right now it's spinning the world..
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It's the medicine that i need
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Like clean new sheets..
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But I know a ghost and she knows that
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I know a ghost and she knows how to protect me
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There's god then there's me
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then there's everything in between
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There's saturn, There's me
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And forget everything in between
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There's a mirror that's never seen a face
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in a room that takes up space
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There's a journal and a lock of hair
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There's a feather that never found the air
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And they said I can leave heaven now...
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Like A.M. Radio
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| Northstar |
