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How hard for the covers to be pulled from their slumbers, |
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but a ghost never gives up its sheet. |
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Tell me, is it the same for the rattling chains or whatever you wear when you sleep? |
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You remember the time that I told you to take off your clothes? |
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You were naked as a window. |
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But I'll take all that nothing over nothing at all. |
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I'm just a hallway for ceilings and walls, babe |
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and emptiness all the way through. |
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You know you're asking too much to be held and not touched, |
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but somehow that's just what you do. |
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You remember the time that I told you to take off your clothes? |
