| All our secrets are smothered in dirt
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| Underneath paving stones, lying waiting to be told
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| Some stay hidden, whilst some get found
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| Like a long lost soul, like a skull beneath the ground
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| Backyard skulls, deep beneath the ground
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| All those backyard skulls, not deep enough to never be found
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| Here lies the first time that I was wrong
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| And there is no more sign, no X’s mark this spot
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| The ancient encounters with foreign skin
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| All but perished by now, but you can’t erase the grin
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| From those backyard skulls, deep beneath the ground
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| All those backyard skulls, not deep enough to never be found
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| Through patio doors, lies century upon century
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| Of skulls untold, as hushed as suburban adultery
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| And below our homes, and underneath the lawns we keep
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| White silent skulls are smiling at the hypocrisy
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| Backyard skulls, deep beneath the ground
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| All those backyard skulls, not deep enough to never be found
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| Backyard skulls, deep beneath the ground
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| All those backyard skulls, not deep enough to never be found
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| Deep enough to never be found
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| Deep enough to never be found |