| Where are you?
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| Are you hiding from me?
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| Are you still looking for things that no-one else can see?
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| Where are you?
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| Are you in some place that we cannot reach?
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| Are you bathing in moonlight or drowned on the beach?
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| Where are you?
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| Are you surrounded by things we cannot penetrate?
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| Is the cage you love the home you also hate?
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| Your fear of death attracts such strange objects
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| Smothering you, hiding you, don’t let it spoil you
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| Show yourself so the others may see you
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| So the others may feed you
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| They want to be near you
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| If you can’t get enough of your hypnotic injection
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| Then it’s time to put an end to this invalid function
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| Poor little ghost boy
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| Let me be your human toy
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| Where are you?
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| No-one's seen you for years
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| Have your wounds grown wings? |
| Are you feasting on fears?
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| I can see your dark corona is eating into you
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| You’re surrounded by things we cannot penetrate
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| Is the cage you love the home you also hate?
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| Life lies with the scissors inside her
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| The surgeon was a butcher
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| All of us are wounded, anaesthetised in A&E
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| Numbed by stuff we should not see
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| Each of us lies bleeding
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| Our rivers intermingling
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| Poor little ghost boy
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| Let me be your human toy
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| I’ll wrap my last kiss in a bandage
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| I’ll wrap my last kiss in a bandage
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| I’ll wrap my last kiss in a bandage
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| I’ll wrap my last kiss in a bandage |