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childlike
02:14
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you try every time
to grow up and fall behind
you try every time
to grow down and get in line
you try every time
to make up your simple mind
you try every time
to made down your fragile spine
childlike i cry split mine this time
i find i spy sip wine outside
i am young i am old
you are warm you are cold
i can't see through this fog
pick you up and let you fall
childlike get high tonight this light
in my eyes no heights you sigh goodbye
i can't win i will win
you can't lose i am lost
i can't win i will win
you can't lose i am lost
i can't win i will win
you can't lose i am lost
i can't win you will win
you can't lose i am lost
you try every time
to grow up and fall behind
you try every time
to grow down and get in line
you try you try
you try you try
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wave and drown
01:29
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don't run too fast
don't walk too slow
picture it now let me up and down
picture it now let me up and down
picture it now let me up and down
i’m just a little girl in a crown
figured it out watch me wave and drown
figured it out watch me wave and drown
figured it out watch me wave and drown
i’m just a middle aged man with a frown
dig me right out of this hole in the ground
dig me right out of this hole in the ground
dig me right out of this hole in the ground
i’m just a ghost dancing around
i’m just a ghost
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in a coffin bed
01:59
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i stay sad i stay sad
i get mad i get mad
i am scared of the winter freeze
i am scared of ghosts that breathe
especially the one inside of me
and it’s choking me inside of me
it’s telling me it’s the child me
i’m telling you it’s the vile me
i am scared of feeling scared
i am scared of these nightmares
and i’m the one that cares
but not about the clothes i wear
am i grown up or am i just older
am i still human or just a vulture
i am a skeleton in my own head
i am a skeleton in a coffin bed
i am coughing up the words i said
i am coughing up the the ones i didn’t
you are telling me that’s it’s okay
i’m telling you that i’m doing great
but that’s just something i say
when i can’t find the truth to pay
i am a skeleton in my own head
i am a skeleton in a coffin bed
i am coughing up the words i said
i am coughing up the words i didn’t
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