| Box of bones beneath my bed
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| Crow’s foot always in my pocket
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| Big black circles, shooting pains
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| Stick a knife into a socket
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| Bottle rockets, rubber bands
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| Throw a good book out the window
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| Boil water, spill the beans
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| Sit still, listen to the wind blow
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| Burn the photos, kill the lights
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| Hold your breath, spy on your neighbours
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| Do the tango with a broom
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| Wrap the presents with newspapers
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| Fly a kite late at night
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| Take a walk along the coast
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| No matter what I still can’t sleep
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| Everywhere I still see ghosts
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| Selected works of Karl Marx
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| The greatest hits of Bill Monroe
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| Midnight on the stormy deep
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| Where did all the children go?
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| Angels on the tops of trees
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| Baseball in a prison yard
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| Lovers in the cemetary
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| Close your eyes, it isn’t hard
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| I teach a dog to shake my hand
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| Crawl with my wood burning through
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| I still can’t swim to save my life
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| But I learned all I could learn in school
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| Wicked witches cast their spells
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| My heart’s been broken more than most
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| No matter what I still can’t sleep
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| Everywhere I still see ghosts
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| Pupils dilate, eardrums bleed
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| Students riot in the square
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| Records break but so do bones
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| There’s something evil in the air
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| So lock the door and spill your guts
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| Slit your writsts and say you’re sorry
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| Take the day off, stay in bed
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| Throw your voice and change your story
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| Stranger things have happened, captain
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| Learn the words and make them true
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| Play their music backwards, listen
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| Even promises break in two
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| Pins and needles, freezing pain
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| We’re not there yet, not even close
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| No matter what I still can’t sleep
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| Everywhere I still see ghosts
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| Go outside and take your clothes off
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| Dig a hole and lay down in it Swallow hard and make a fist
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| The world could end at any minute
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| So take the train, get right with God
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| Shoot the stars and smoke some crack
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| Pack your bags, put on your shoes
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| Go far away and don’t come back
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| Broken glass, razor wire
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| The TV’s on but no one’s home
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| How everything’s the way I like it Not a sound, I’m all alone
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| Inside out and upside down
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| I bang my head against a post
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| No matter what I still can’t sleep
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| Everywhere I still see ghosts |