| I heard you been creeping round
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| 'Bout the time that sun goes down
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| You been talking in your sleep and
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| It’s been going on for weeks and I been
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| Solving puzzle pieces
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| High time to come to Jesus
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| You got skeletons in your closet
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| It’s written all over your face
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| Every little lie stacked so high
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| Can’t keep your story straight
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| I don’t know-oh-oh
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| How they got there, it’s getting under my skin
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| Got skeletons in your closet
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| And I got bones to pick with them, oh
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| I was born in the morning
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| But I wasn’t born yesterday
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| Deep into your inventory’s
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| Gonna send me to an early grave
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| You got skeletons in your closet
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| It’s written all over your face
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| Every little lie stacked so high
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| Can’t keep your story straight
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| I don’t know-oh-oh
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| How they got there, it’s getting under my skin
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| Got skeletons in your closet
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| And I got bones to pick with them
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| Yeah, you got skeletons in your closet
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| It’s written all over your face
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| Every little lie stacked so high
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| Can’t keep your story straight
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| I don’t know-oh-oh
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| How they got there, it’s getting under my skin
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| Got skeletons in your closet
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| And I got bones to pick with
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| Bones to pick with
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| Bones to pick with them, hey! |