| I don’t know how, but they’ve found me
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| And it’s only a matter of time
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| Before I’m hanging by a lightpost in the center of town
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| Along with my family
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| We’ll drink to the dead
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| Now the ghosts in the warfields
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| Eat bread of the body
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| Of a god make believe
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| These sticks and these stones
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| Will break hearts and split bones
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| Piece of mind only comes when you realize
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| You can’t chase away all your demons now
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| With withered and broken legs
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| As your crippled sanity swings like a pendulum
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| Hanging like a phantom limb
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| I don’t know why you ever loved me
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| Such a lowdown right pitiful fool
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| Look at you now, hanging by a thread
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| Under a full moon we’ll drink to the dead
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| As we gulp down the blood
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| We’ll chase it with whiskey and swallow the floods
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| That wash away the souls that I can’t forgive
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| That hover like a phantom limb
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| Phantom hovering silently
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| Hanging like the guilty
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| Dizzy vultures in my head
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| Slowly circling the dead
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| Nauseating nursery rhymes
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| You can’t chase away all your demons now
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| With withered and broken legs
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| As your crippled sanity swings like a pendulum
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| Hanging like a phantom limb
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| Echo |