The cross in the middle of the room
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But the ghost who sleeps in the kitchen sink
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And the one who shines my shoes all put the money in a bag
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And left the house before the blizzards came
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The summer's got his teeth in me again
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But my bones are sweating and my clothes are gone
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And I can't get enough to drink
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So now the place to be is where the moonlight never blinks
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And I'd love to explain but truth be told I'm not sure what to think
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So now I'm going to bed
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I woke up with my head stuffed full of fog
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Beyond it out into the livingroom
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Until I couldn't see the floors or walls
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And as the sun cut through I finally found a place to lay
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The skeleton in my closet left his home
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Now he sits up on the rooftop and shouts my secrets with a megaphone
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And as the shit hit the fan I packed my bags and caught the train
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And I'd like to point the finger but there's no one left to blame
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Now there's nothing left to protect me from the rain
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And it's really coming down..
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It's the thought that burns you out
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It's the hook that drags you under
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And it's the grin that rats you out
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It's a snowstorm in the summer
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It's the sky that spoils the cloud
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It's the burn marks on your mother
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And it's the thought that burns you out
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It's the hook that drags you under and so on..
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Boring and twisting.. a moth stuck in the ground
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Has made a house of your lightbulbs
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Mottled and crooked
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A hiccup in the sound
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Is like a smudge on the tv
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Like a crick in your neck
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Like mistakes that you never regret
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It's the look upon your face
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It's the rat that lost the race
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It's the shivers in your spine
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It's the heart you'll never find
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It's the names in wet cement
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It's the things you can't forget
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It's the fear of growing old
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It's the life you'll never know
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It's the scratches in your teeth
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It's the time you left for weeks
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It's the age when you didn't care, darling
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Cutthroat and ambling
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The help that's never around
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Just like a wish on your birthday
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Tired and empty
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Attacks on what you found
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Is like a spot on invention
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Like a bug in your food
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Like a thing that's too good to be true.. and so.
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Fog In The House Of Lightbulbs
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Radical Face |