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Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeHalloween
I'm sailin' away to a place I'm afraid ofThe dawn isn't here, the sun hasn't roseI'm drinkin' my days with a coastal on ShoremanThey got to make and children back homeThe last that I heard you were down in New OrleansYou were workin' your days at The PrintI'll drink 'til I drown and I'll smoke 'til I'm burnin'Your hands are all over my scentI worry for you, you worry for meAnd it's fine if we know we won't changeI collect every dream in these old empty pocketsIn hope that you'll see 'em somedayBut the wreckage of you, I no longer reside inAnd the bridges of auction's been burnedAnd the ash of the home that I started the fire inIt starts to return to the EarthWell, I'm leavin' this town and I'm changin' my addressI know that you'll come if you wantAnd it's not Halloween but the ghost you're dressed up asSure knows how to hunt, yeah, she kows how to huntIt's an ode to the hole that I found myself stuck inIt's a song the graves that I dugThere's a murder of crows in the low light of BostonAnd I see your face in each oneWell, I'm hearin' my life in the tiniest objectsI'm seein' my life on a screenI'm hearin' your voice in a new foreign languageIf only I learned how to speakBut the wreckage of you, I no longer reside inAnd the bridges of auction's been burnedAnd the ash of the home that I started the fire inIt starts to return to the EarthWell, I'm leavin' this town and I'm changin' my addressI know that you'll come if you wantAnd it's not Halloween but the ghost you're dressed up asSure knows how to hunt, yeah, she kows how to hunt
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