| Time scurries away from us like field mice
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| Out through the holes in our walls
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| Lost to the dark night
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| Heal me up again
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| Everything I love gathers dust inside my chest
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| And all the love lost was the love that I kept
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| In coffins and boxes, a museum of the dead
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| It’s time I let go, let the darkness claim them
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| Heal me up again
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| Heal me up again
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| Carved out of chalk
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| Out of wax, out of wood
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| Saints, dolls and angels
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| In pews they all stood
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| They said it’s time
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| To give all that I’ve found
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| It’s time to give it back
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| To the ground
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| And one day they will knock
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| The buildings down
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| Like vomit our ghosts
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| Will all spill out |