| I hear them, they’re calling
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| The skeletons in my closet
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| They come and talk to me
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| When I am all alone
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| They always remind me of
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| All the things that I’ve done wrong
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| Its scary disturbing but somehow I’m not sorry
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| The only thing that’s even real
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| Is the feelings that I don’t feel
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| They’re all the same, but they’re so different
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| Bury the evidence, of my darkest secrets
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| I hear them, they’re calling
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| The skeletons in my closet (x2)
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| It’s taking parts of me, into the unknown
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| It’s like a void inside of me
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| That goes on, and on, and on
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| Its scary disturbing but somehow I’m not sorry
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| The only thing that’s even real
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| Is the feelings that I don’t feel
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| They’re all the same, but they’re so different
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| Bury the evidence, of my darkest secrets
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| I hear them, they’re calling
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| The skeletons in my closet (x2)
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| Now I just can’t pretend to forget
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| These voices in my head
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| And they just won’t stop screaming
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| They’re all the same, but they’re so different
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| Bury the evidence, of my darkest secrets
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| I hear them, they’re calling
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| The skeletons in my closet (x2) |