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In the middle of a house, in the middle of nowhere |
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Bodies glide from room to room |
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I hate these walls |
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They speak to me |
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Hey skin like a doll |
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You're no friend of the family |
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Catch that light |
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It falls in suble patterns |
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It crawls in and tells them when their time is up |
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And when it's over |
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He takes her hand, and he kisses her cheek |
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She's a doll, oh yeah she's his spitting image |
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Where have you gone |
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You're still a part of me |
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Hey skin like a doll |
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You're no friend of the family |
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Catch that light |
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It falls in suble patterns |
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It crawls in and tells them when their time is up |
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And now it's over |
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Where have you gone |
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You're still a part of me |
