| I got unholy ghosts with their hands around my neck
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| A delicate reminder to never forget
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| To hold my tongue except when I try to pray
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| I open my mouth, try to breathe words out
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| But I’ve got nothing to say
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| Only skin deep
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| Digging into me
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| Thorn in my side
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| Getting deeper all the time
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| Deeper all the time
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| Only skin deep
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| Only skin deep
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| The secrets we keep
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| Digging into me
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| The lives we lead
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| Thorn in my side
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| Getting deeper all the time
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| Only skin deep
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| I hear voices from the grave
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| Whispering my name
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| Reminding me all the time
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| «We're only what we leave behind»
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| I’m gonna, got to get out of here
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| Yeah, I got to disappear
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| Learn to live without fear
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| We’ll all live without fear
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| I’ll return like a phantom
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| Swallow cities to feel alive
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| Spit them out when I’m satisfied
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| Only skin deep
|
| The secrets we keep
|
| Digging into me
|
| The lives we lead
|
| Thorn in my side
|
| Getting deeper all the time
|
| Only skin deep
|
| The secrets we keep
|
| Digging into me
|
| The lives we lead
|
| Thorn in my side
|
| Getting deeper all the time
|
| I’m gonna, got to get out of here
|
| Yeah, I got to disappear
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| Learn to live without fear
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| We’ll all live without fear
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| I’ll return like a phantom
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| Swallow cities to feel alive
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| Spit them out when I’m satisfied |