| I crouch low and smoke with spiders
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| To keep raindrops off my head
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| I’m singing bout your ghost love
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| In reverie like you were dead
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| Cause I miss you already
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| You’re the hollow in my bed
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| I want to be your stallion
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| No it’s not the nightmares
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| From our armistice in the fall
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| It’s just that I feel your distance
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| And I love you like no one before
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| Cause I miss you already
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| You’re the hollow in my bed
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| I want to be your stallion
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| I stalk the streets alone now
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| Just me my gibberish and the moon
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| For I speak a different language
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| If I cannot speak with you |