(Written by Kevin Griffin)
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(Transcribed by FD3)
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(Hila helped me out too!)
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I wanna know what's inside
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I slip into your house
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Well I can't take for granted
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How your bones are planted
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What things appear to be
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They're just illusions to me
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I wanna get inside and move around
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I wanna get inside and swirm all around
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[Ohh....]
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This is my work of art
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Pull back the skin
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Rearrange the bones
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The ground beneath the grass
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The truth behind the lie
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The love between the hate
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Woah, but it's the skin you see
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And it's the skin you want
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This is my work of art
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Pull back the skin
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Rearrange the bones
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It's not the skin that matters
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It's not the skin that matters
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It's not the skin, it's the bones
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Don't lay your troubles on me
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When you refuse to see
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One hundred years from now
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It's the bones you'll see
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On hundred years from now
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What's left of you and me
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This is my first......hell-no
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Pull back the skin
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Blow upon the bones
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Hold your hand up to the light
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Hold your lies up to the light
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Hold your hate up to the light
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You see the gnarled, twisted and broken...bones.
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Re-arranging The Bones
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Better Than Ezra |