| You’re head is a hearse.
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| That carries all, all of the worse. |
| you’ve sworn
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| You’ve buried so you will crash it.
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| You pray for amnesia when you hit
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| Can you hear the coffin. |
| opening
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| From the driver’s seat.
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| And can you see the ghost swim,
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| Through the dash, where he sings of your past.
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| His words flow like blood that won’t clot.
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| A stream no tourniquet can stop.
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| And they circle. |
| like vultures,
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| This is what it feels like to remember.
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| A hospital room, you’ve come to,
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| And. |
| still remember being pulled. |
| from the wreckage,
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| You look around and see all the nurses. |
| and surgeons,
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| Have turned into hearses. |
| and coffins.
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| Can you hear the coffin. |
| opening,
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| From beneath the sheets.
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| And can you see the ghost swim,
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| Through you’re injuries,
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| How he sings of your memories.
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| His words flow like blood that wont clot.
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| A stream no tourniquet can stop.
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| And they circle. |
| like vultures,
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| This is what it feels like to remember.
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| This is what it feels like to remember.
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| This is what it feels like to remember.
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| For you. |