| When the call came through, they were coming for me
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| It was midnight, man, I was half asleep
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| And you were crying over the line
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| Yeah, they came to my house, broke down the door
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| Stuck a mic to my mouth, said «Tell us more
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| But don’t give us riddles or lies
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| You give it to us straight this time!»
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| But you knew the trip you were on
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| And you knew you shot me down wrong
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| The call came through just the other day
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| It was the ghost of a girl that you say I played
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| And you were in the room at the time
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| She said that the afterlife gets cold
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| As a cardboard cutout aimless soul
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| She rang to tell me «I'm alright»
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| But if you knew the hex I had on me
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| Oh, you’d find yourself losing some sleep
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| Posing in a broken mirror
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| Saying «Child, don’t cry so much»
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| Posing in a broken mirror
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| Saying «No one cries enough»
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| Posing in a broken mirror
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| Saying «Child, don’t feel so much»
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| Posing in a broken mirror
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| Saying «No one feels enough» |