| In this movie dream, the lights flickering
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| Shadows dancing on the screen
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| Ghost voices in the church are deflowering
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| Floating up and over
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| Poison excrete out into the street where we will meet
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| I’m making my new home in this abandoned lot
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| Children will be lead like pack rats
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| Into my toy paper church
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| Siren’s chorus choir sings out a tune in a garden
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| And I’m drowning in the lights that swim behind my closed eyes
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| It’s a funeral for every song
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| That we’ve ever know, that we’ve ever known
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| I got my reasons for this silent sermon, I just can’t explain
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| I know I’ve sewn my own mouth shut
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| It’s just best I keep quiet 'cause when I speak
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| The words don’t do a thing to explain what I mean
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| The author of all things whispered in your ear
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| While you were asleep
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| You’re not alone with crooked arrows
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| Like you used to think
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| Doubt is a bastard child
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| Born of your ignorance and your arrogance
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| And I’m drowning in the lights
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| That swim behind my closed eyes
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| It’s a funeral for every song that we’ve ever known
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| That we’ve ever known, that we’ve ever known |