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If you really want to conjur up a ghost |
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Cultivate a space for things that hurt you most |
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Rake the sands until they surface |
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Bind their tiny eyes |
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Stake out your position let your armor fall |
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Stay put till they find you it won't take long at all |
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Rake the sands until they surface |
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Up they come gone translucent |
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They're coming up no matter what |
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Fools rush in and the doors slam shut |
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Ghosts of my childhood stay with me, if you will |
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Find a place where there's water hold you under till you're still |
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Rake the sands until they surface |
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Don't let anybody call them ugly |
