| You needn’t be a chamber
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| To house all the echoes and voices of those that have left you
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| Are you talking to me or somebody that you once knew
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| Passing through?
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| Do we talk anymore or do our voices
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| Dance around themselves in circles
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| Till we can’t hear a damn thing?
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| We’re still as stone but our shadows are dancing upon the wall
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| Oh, if you ever get tired of your conversations with ghosts
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| And all those that you let too close
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| I’ll be waiting
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| And I’ll go swimming in the caves
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| In the sparkle in your eyes
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| They’re just the tears you don’t let yourself cry
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| Trying so hard to say goodbye
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| Precious little mercies
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| As I stumble between the pillars of this worn-out hacienda
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| In the moonlight
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| Sometimes it takes a storm to appreciate the still night
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| Don’t let the darkness in
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| And your voice just raging
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| But how can i protect you from what happened to you then
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| What’s already been?
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| I can’t give you the words that really should have come from him
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| Baby, I’m showing you my hand
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| Oh, if you ever get tired of your conversations with ghosts
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| And all those that you let too close
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| I’ll be waiting
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| And I’ll go swimming in the caves
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| In the sparkle in your eyes
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| They’re just the tears you don’t let yourself cry
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| Trying so hard to say goodbye |