| All the Johns, Williams and Mary-Annes gone, gone
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| Heaven grand in amber sand, McKenna said long gone
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| Is it in your hands or in your head the wrong, wrong song
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| When we give up bells don’t ring, no angels sing none, none
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| You’re my ghost, I’m the party you’re the host, what I miss the most
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| You’re my ghost, the one thing I keep from this dumb world
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| Wendy said that McKenna said, the soft ache in my bones
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| The girl with the melted mind and her fear of the open door
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| The girl with the melted mind and her fear of the open door
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| The girl with the melted mind and her fear of the open door
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| The girl with the melted mind and her fear of the open door
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| Your heart’s like an open door that’s forgotten what it opened for
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| Pyramids of sparrows sing in August light your song
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| Behind the door, jacket traces I’m hiding here long, long gone
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| The girl with the melted mind and her fear of the open door
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| The girl with the melted mind and her fear of the open door
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| The girl with the melted mind and her fear of the open door
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| The girl with the melted mind and her fear of the open door |