All our secrets are smothered in dirt, underneath paving stones
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Lying waiting to be told
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Some stay hidden, while some get found
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Like our long lost soul, like a stone beneath the ground
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Backyard skulls, deep beneath the ground
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All those backyard skulls, not deep enough to never be found
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Fear lies the first time I was wrong
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But there is no sign, no X's mark this spot
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The ancient encounters with foreign skin
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All but perish by now, guess you can't erase the grin from those
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Backyard skulls, deep beneath the ground
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All those backyard skulls, not deep enough to never be found
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Through the paddle of your boat, lies century upon century
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The skulls untold, has hushed the suburban adultery
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And the war holes, and underneath the worms we feed
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Lies silent skulls, are smiling at the hipocracy
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Backyard skulls, deep beneath the ground
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All those backyard skulls, not deep enough to never be found
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Backyard skulls, deep beneath the ground
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All those backyard skulls, not deep enough to never be found
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Deep enough to never be found
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Deep enough to never be found
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Backyard Skulls
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| Frightened Rabbit |
