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Under The Rug
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R. Stonehill, D. Perkins, & T. Taylor
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I have a secret I can't tell
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And I've learned to conceal it well
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Ah but this disturbing smell
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Keeps coming from the carpet
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That's where the old ghosts hide away
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Down in the darkness and decay
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I work so hard to make them stay
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Down beneath the floorboards
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Oh I needed the perfect plan
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But it's all gotten out of hand
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Keep my head in the sand now
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It's so scary under the rug
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Bury your sins and they won't survive
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I told myself 'till the big surprise
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Down in the dirt is where they thrive
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Like little poison toadstools
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Under the rug
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It's the thing in Pandora's box
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Biting through all the chains and locks
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Now the whole house is rocking
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It's so scary under the rug
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It's so hairy under the rug
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Skeleton's dance and I fear they might
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Rattle their bones in the broad daylight
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So I wear a poker face
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Close all the curtains just in case
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But something lurks in the crawling space
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Pointing bony fingers
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I hear the ticking of my telltale heart
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Like a bomb set to blow my world apart
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I wish that guilt would make us smart
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But I'm sweeping all this garbage
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I have a secret I can't tell
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And I've learned to conceal it well
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Under the rug
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Under The Rug
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| Randy Stonehill |
