| I only hear the drums, the drums, the drums that make me scared
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| I only hear the voices, far but they feel near
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| Don’t you know that sound travels further under a full moon?
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| I had visions and magical thinking
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| I walked every night out of my body
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| There’s something in my soul
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| Dark and hungry
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| I’m looking for rest
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| But that won’t come easy to folks like me
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| And all I really want is freedom
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| But there’s too much debris inside of me
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| I only hear the wind the wind blowing angry through the pines
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| Their song is sharper through the needles
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| Don’t you know that sound travels further under a full moon?
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| I had visions and magical thinking
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| I walked every night out of my body
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| There’s something in my soul
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| Dark and hungry
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| I’m looking for rest
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| But that won’t come easy to folks like me
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| And all I really want is freedom
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| But there’s too much debris inside of me
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| So daddy, I prefer whiskey
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| When the shadows come
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| I can still hear the horses
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| I can still hear the wind
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| The poison hisses like a snake in my blood
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| There’s something in my soul
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| Dark and hungry
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| I’m looking for rest
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| But that won’t come easy to folks like me
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| And all I really want is freedom
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| But there’s too much debris inside of me |