| I was born in the state where my mother was raised
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| With the children of soldiers, the children of slaves
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| And it’s too much to take, the mind how it breaks
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| The lessons the stories the shame and the glories and all
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| They linger 'round
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| Foxes and hounds
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| Our souls are bound
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| To older ground
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| Fell in love with a girl who’s found love before
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| In the hands and the hearts of the people she wore
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| She’s all that I see, but there’s things in between
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| The fractures and fissures of all of the pictures we leave
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| They linger 'round
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| Foxes and hounds
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| They’re with me now
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| Can’t lay them down
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| And I feel it all around, I’m surrounded
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| And I feel it all around, I’m surrounded
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| And I feel it all around, I’m surrounded by ghosts
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| So we keep them at home, the secrets and bones
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| The voices we hear so we’re never alone
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| They tease and they taunt, comfort and haunt
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| My mother and father and so many I’ll never know
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| They linger 'round
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| Foxes and hounds
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| My hands are bound
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| And I feel it all around, I’m surrounded
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| And I feel it all around, I’m surrounded
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| And I feel it all around, I’m surrounded by ghosts |