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Outside the coffin it shouldn't be, it's a mystery |
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Made sure I nailed well and buried it with stones |
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I checked there was no pulse |
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So how can it be, is it haunting me |
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Hiding furthing inside my sacred sanctuary |
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Like nails scratching windows |
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The chills on my back drags me closer... |
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The ghosts I carry |
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Don't deny me again |
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Unsafe in a sanctuary |
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Now that it whispers from the dark into my soul |
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I come to realize it always been there, just don't know where |
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I look the gates well do what I can to keep it away |
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But still it's here now staring by my side |
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Like nails scratching windows |
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The chills on my back drags me closer... |
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The ghosts I carry |
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Don't deny me again |
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Unsafe in a sanctuary |
