| My heart is with you, its many dark corners
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| Its rings of smoke, its lighted hallways
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| And I wish you could know all the ghosts in my bones
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| They are weeping, they are screaming
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| They are inside my body
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| O, let’s trade skins
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| I’m rippling in this skin that I’m in
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| You could wear my shoes, I could have your hair
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| And think that it was fair
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| I’m rippling in the skin that I’m in
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| «I'm gonna build you,» she said, «I'm gonna heal you
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| I can feel every part of you
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| That holds it together»
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| And you always looked so happy when you were sleeping
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| Sleep is the only way sometimes
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| To live in a perfect world
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| It’s party time, quiet and sublime
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| Tonight there’s a party, a party of one
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| Like a wisp of smoke, solitary and thin
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| The heat’s coming off the fires we built
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| Stars were meant to shoot
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| And waves were meant to crash
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| I’m hypnotized by the flicker, and saddened by the ash
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| And it’s complicated with desires and dreams
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| With stiches and battle scars pulling apart at the seams
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| O, let’s trade skins
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| I’m rippling in this skin that I’m in
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| You could wear my shoes, I could have your hair
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| And think that it was fair
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| I’m rippling in the skin that I’m in |