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roll up your sleeves, there's work for you to do,
the sand's blocking the drains
but keep your ears shut or it will talk to you.
we don't need accusations.
we know there's dried blood on the stairs.
it keeps telling those stories i don't want to hear anymore.

i startle every time the heating goes on
and i jump out of bed when the storm gets stronger.
what did you really buy those wind chimes for
when every time they start to jingle
i think someone's at the front door.

they always come back around,
the ghosts of the past they hunt me down all the time.

i remember selling something for a handful of glass beads
and now i am an invaded country
with a ghost town inside of me
but it's nothing like in the movies
or on a theme park ride.
don't you dare to laugh or it won't let you sleep tonight.
they're building factories in my head,
they rattle and pound all along.
that's why my hands are shaking when i try to hold on.
don't try to stop the nosebleed,
nothing will fix me
as long as i don't come to terms with something
that's always gonna trick me.

they always come back around,
the ghosts of the past they hunt me down all the time.