| I was born a ghost
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| An apparition
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| Filled with holes and contradiction
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| And I fear I’m the only one
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| So I wake early
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| Watch the leaves quake
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| And the first light braze the trees
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| I hide myself in a secret place
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| Here I know my heart
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| I know it’s careless
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| But darling, you seem like you’re fearless
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| And maybe you’re my perfect fix
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| My conscience is, my conscience is an avalanche
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| Majestic, bewildering and holy and careless
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| Crooked lust, crooked lust
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| My conscience is an avalanche
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| I live with the tides
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| I live in reverence
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| And know the days are endless, endless
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| But darling, you seem like you’re anxious
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| My conscience is, my conscience is an avalanche
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| Majestic, bewildering and holy and careless
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| Crooked lust, crooked lust
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| My conscience is an avalanche
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| My conscience is an avalanche
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| Majestic, bewildering and holy and careless
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| Crooked lust, crooked lust
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| Crooked lust, crooked lust |