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I don't know the words that makes this madness go away.
The words I've spoken are burying my own grave
and I don't know why there are no coffins below.
Where did all the skeletons go?
*I think i'll have to get a new wardrobe.
I think I know where all the skeletons go.*
I want to try on some different clothes,
but all my outfits seem to be made up of bones.
I don't understand why I don't like my own home.
I think I know where all the skeletons roam.
*I think i'll have to hide in my wardrobe.
I think I know where all the skeletons roam.*
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Mar 18, 2019
Mar 18, 2019 at 11:22 AM UTC
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I don't know the words that makes this madness go away.
The words I've spoken are burying my own grave
and I don't know why there are no coffins below.
Where did all the skeletons go?
*I think i'll have to get a new wardrobe.
I think I know where all the skeletons go.*
I want to try on some different clothes,
but all my outfits seem to be made up of bones.
I don't understand why I don't like my own home.
I think I know where all the skeletons roam.
*I think i'll have to hide in my wardrobe.
I think I know where all the skeletons roam.*
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©Tatiana
This is from a song I wrote with a few edits.
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