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faces growing in the sand
and I cannot stand their eyes
and I’m growing with them too
and I’m looking for a place to hide
said I’m looking for a place to hide

mother dear she to me
“my dear your one of a kind”
and I know it might be true but I’m clawing at my insides
said I’m clawing at my insides

well and the bond will break me
and I’m clawing all the time
and the bones will shake me
well its scraping all the time
and the bones will break me
and its fighting all the time
and the bones will break me

and they’re ghosts of
and they’re ghosts of
and they’re ghosts of the past

and they’re ghosts of
and they’re ghosts of
and they’re ghosts of the past

and they’re ghosts of
and they’re ghosts of
and they’re ghosts of the past
Now they’re ghosts of the past

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