| More nightmares
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| Someone wake me when they’re through
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| Stop my lover’s ghost from trying to protrude
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| (You're burning, you’re burning)
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| It’s chaotic, but I’ve got it
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| Your letter scratched across my throat
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| Like some painter’s ink spilled to canvas soiling parts of me
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| Cover up, cover up, all the things you’ve lost
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| I know this sucks but one day you’ll meet up
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| I miss the softness of your sound
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| The taste of you left in my mouth
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| Is Mississippi done yet burning?
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| Such sounds like stomachs stinging
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| I search out, but you cannot be found
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| A red horizon in the south
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| Is Mississippi done yet burning?
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| Most nights bleed every feeling
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| I must get back to you somehow
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| I must get back to you
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| Your shadow
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| Now lies against the moon
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| The skin I touched that once
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| Kissed has come unglued
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| (You're burning, you’re burning)
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| It’s chaotic, but I’ve got it
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| More screams than anyone should hear
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| The voice of you stabs in my chest
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| Forged and faithless
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| Cover up, cover up, all the things you’ve lost
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| I know this sucks but one day you’ll meet up
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| I miss the softness of your sound
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| The taste of you left in my mouth
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| Is Mississippi done yet burning?
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| Such sounds like stomachs stinging
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| I search out, but you cannot be found
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| A red horizon in the south
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| Is Mississippi done yet burning?
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| Most nights bleed every feeling
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| I must get back to you somehow
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| I must get back to you
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| Darling boy
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| Lift your chin up for me now
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| For my veins are safe
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| And I am smiling looking down
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| I know you’re out of breath
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| You’re hit by the way I’ve left
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| Just hold me tight and true
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| For I’ll be waiting
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| Waiting here for you
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| Turn down these lights, I won’t be found
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| This haunting stops right here and now
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| As permanent as eyes that fixed to me
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| I’m dying without you, so let it be
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| Turn down these lights, I won’t be found
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| This haunting stops right here and now
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| As permanent as eyes that fixed to me
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| I’m dying without you, so let it be
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| Is Mississippi done yet burning?
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| Most nights beat every feeling
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| I must get back to you somehow
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| I must get back to you |