| Beat my bones against the wall
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| Staring down an empty hall
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| Deep down in a hollow log
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| Coming home like a letter bomb
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| Cold was the storm
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| That covered the night
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| Call a doctor, call a ghost
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| Put a fire into your bones
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| Sic a dog on all you know
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| Cut it loose before you go Cold was the storm
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| That covered the night
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| What makes the soul, the soul of a man?
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| Beat my bones against the wall
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| Put a bank note on your bond
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| Gris Gris and a goldenrod
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| Down deep in a hollow log
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| Cold was the storm
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| That buried the night
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| What makes the soul, the soul of a man? |