| I played trick or treat in the hospital halls
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| Pink and pastel blue, I’m bouncing off the walls
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| I’d like to calculate every swollen bone
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| But I’m strapped inside myself countless hours alone
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| I played trick or treat in the hospital halls
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| Think I’m past a blue, I’m bouncing off the walls
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| I’d like to calculate every swollen bone
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| But I’m strapped inside myself countless hours alone
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| Two words, telephones, call anyone with hope
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| Of sculpting life as it was
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| This trip to check my broken neck, I’m dolt
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| Do they think it’s a trick
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| That I pull when I’m sick
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| But I swear to you, it’s true
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| Yes I swear to you, it’s true
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| Yes I swear to you, it’s true
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| Yes I swear to you, it’s true
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| Swim through the afterbirth, while giant flames a fan
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| I’m stretching the skin, 'til it splits
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| They stripped to check my broken neck, I’m dolt
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| Desert flower, golden hour, stepping in, pools of blood
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| Put your hand
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| On my chest
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| Hold your breath
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| Broken neck
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| But I swear to you
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| It’s true
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| I want some kind of miracle
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| To fix it for me
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| I got a parasite
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| My arms scratch, create
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| I know you will appreciate in any way
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| But I’m mad nothing can fix my bones
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| Just for the holiday |