I saw your father in the hall
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His ghost is living in the walls
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I heard him crying while you slept
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I heard him breaking things after you left
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I watched you crawl into my bed
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With curses spilling from your head
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You said "We're just the walking dead"
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So I pulled the trigger and we floated off
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Into the air
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Into the air
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Into the air
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Into the air
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Up in the air
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We're in the air
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Up in the air
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Up in the air
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I used to worry about the time
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That I lost my teeth along the line
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So I carved the apple from my eye
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And gave it to you before I went away
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Blood ran into the kitchen sink
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Your hand and arms are running pink
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I sat and watched you as your ring
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Slipped off and rolled across the kitchen floor
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They cut your eyes wide open
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And bore into your precious head
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My reach don't go that far dear
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But please oh please don't let them in
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I sank into the sea
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Wrapped in piano strings
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Few words could open me
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But you knew them all
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Now I just sleep beneath your floor
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My ghost just tries to keep you warm
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I've seen the end, I've lost the war
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One day you'll join me here just like the rest
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I hear the engines
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They're roaring in our mouths
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The smell of creatures
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Are falling tooth and nail to get out
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I see the airplanes
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They're pouring from the chest
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They fill the air
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And burn and bury just like the rest
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Wrapped In Piano Strings
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Radical Face |