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Oh, when I was younger,
And my parents were out working,
Hear voices in the attic,
Faces in the TV static
Tigers in the garden
Ghosts under the stairs and
Under my bed,
Behind the curtain,
Always feel a presence lurking

Now that I am older,
The only thing I fear is myself.
Yeah, the voices in the attic were mine.

Well, I don't know what I did last night,
I don't know what I said,
To make you run a mile from me,
There's thunder in my head.
Oh, when the day is dying,
I take my potion,
and float above that endless ocean.
But careful friend, this useful tonic,
will boil the blood inside your stomach.

And the only thing I fear is myself,
Yeah, the voices in the attic were mine,
Yeah, the only thing I fear is myself.

Well, I just can't find,
Peace in my soul,
No, I just can't find it.

Well, this persistent illusion,
That everything is moving,
Forward as the weather vane,
It spins, spins, spins.

And the only thing I fear is myself,
Yeah, the voices in the attic were mine,
Yeah, the only thing I fear is myself.

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