| Oh I
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| I can’t speak
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| Oh I
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| I can’t breathe
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| When the voices come alive
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| In an August throb of light
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| I watch it die
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| Close your eyes, turn out the light
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| Hide beneath the bed at night
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| To be alone with you, to be the one you whisper to
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| I picture terrible things
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| Oh I
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| I can’t speak
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| Oh I
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| I can’t breathe
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| When the voices come alive
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| In an August throb of light
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| I watch it die
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| I can keep a secret
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| We can lie beneath it
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| Down past the broken trees, in the dark on hands and knees
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| There is a hammock in the moss
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| Eye to eye and so close
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| I’m dividing your skull
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| And in a little pool, scoop out love with garden tools
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| You never believe anything
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| Oh I
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| I can’t speak
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| Oh I
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| I can’t breathe
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| When the voices come alive
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| In an August throb of light
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| I watch it die
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| You killed another one
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| You killed another one, honey
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| You killed another one
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| You killed another one, dawn
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| You killed another one
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| You killed another one, honey
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| You killed another one
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| Oh I
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| I can’t speak
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| Oh I
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| I can’t breathe
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| When the voices come alive
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| In an August throb of light
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| Oh I
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| (You killed another one)
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| I can’t speak
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| (You killed another one, honey)
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| Oh I
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| (You killed another one)
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| I can’t breathe
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| (You killed another one, dawn)
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| When the voices come alive
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| (You killed another one)
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| In an August throb of light
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| (You killed another one honey)
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| I watch it die |