| I’m mastering the art of miracles and flawless tragedies
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| In here I spend every day in captivity
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| Devoured while the walls grow hands and teeth
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| I cried and listened to the rain in a rental car
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| One day somebody’s gonna go and get pushed too far
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| But now I don’t know what to say
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| Shall I deny my lungs their breathing rights?
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| So give it up, give it up
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| Don’t let your mind slip away
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| Don’t drink, don’t get so high
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| Your beat’s too obvious
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| Not gonna say what you want me to say
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| I guess you’re right
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| The less you’re seen, the less you are
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| But I don’t even care anymore
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| Anatomy of a ghost, invisible friend
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| I won’t pay for sanity 'cause I don’t want to know
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| Some things are better left alone
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| But thanks for your concern and calls
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| I’d put a bullet in my head if I ever lost you now
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| Never even owned a bed, just a blood-red couch
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| You think you’re getting the best of me
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| Disarm the smoke alarm
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| Fuck you, no one is gonna ruin all our fun
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| All that we want is this temporary release and distraction
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| Anatomy of a ghost, invisible friend
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| I won’t pay for sanity 'cause I don’t want to know
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| Some things are better left alone
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| It seems
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| (Are you out there?)
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| I’m not everything you wanted me to be
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| So I suggest you pray for a full recovery
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| A full recovery
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| Your words were written in
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| Your words were written in
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| Cold blood
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| Yeah
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| Even with phantom power and ludicrous speed
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| I can’t run because betrayal won’t come from my enemies
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| Anatomy of a ghost, invisible friend
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| I won’t pay for sanity so baby, here’s a toast
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| To things much better left alone
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| It seems
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| I’m not everything you wanted me to be
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| In a dream on the way to the hospital I’ll slip away
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| What’s happening to me?
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| And as you drag the lake and pull me out
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| Do you feel the shame inside you?
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| And as my body lays before you now
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| Do you feel my skin is cold? |