| 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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| We’re 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 your chest
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| They fill the air
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| And burn and bury just like the rest |