| I’m dusting off the old ghosts now
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| And they’re giving me a run for my money
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| I’m down here with the skulls and bones
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| Down here in the catacombs
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| Swimming through the blood of years
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| Chipping away at this wall of tears
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| With no muslin hands to hold me
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| In the dark I am left to find the light
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| Down here in the catacombs (Down here in the catacombs)
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| Down here in the catacombs (Down here in the catacombs)
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| Open my mouth, the air dilutes my thoughts
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| Words are like a string that I pull out of my mouth
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| Like a tapeworm eating me from the inside out
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| Words are like a string that I pull out of my mouth
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| I can hear my friends and family
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| Walking and talking up there on the ground
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| We are all truly alone
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| Down here in the catacombs
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| They can’t help me now
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| I gotta chase these demons out
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| With no muslin hands to hold me
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| In the dark I am left to find the light
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| Down here in the catacombs (Down here in the catacombs)
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| Down here in the catacombs (Down here in the catacombs)
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| Open my mouth, the air dilutes my thoughts
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| Words are like a string that I pull out of my mouth
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| Like a tapeworm eating me from the inside out
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| Words are like a string that I pull out of my mouth |