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Ghosts And Me
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To the Wolves
I hear the wolves, they starve, they scratch at my door They feed on my scars but it's never enough for them
What do you want from me? Do you want me to rattle these chains and to moan like a ghost? If I slit my wrists will genetics go along with the blood? This sadness spreads like a cancer and with every heartbeat it's getting further
We're all drama queens, we're sundance movies, we're the sad face you make with keyboards We're heart sick fools We collect bad memories we won't let go, no…
Let's throw the guilt and shame where wolves can't reach them, so they may starve to death… But you're not that heartless are you? Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com
We're all drama queens, we're sundance movies, we're the sad face you make with keyboards We're heart sick fools We collect bad memories we won't let go, no, we're delusional about the past, we're architects of lies
(We're drama queens, we're oceans of tears We're all drama queens, we're desperate for grief)
I hear the wolves, the howl and scratch at my door They feed on my scars. No dinner tonight.
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