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I was born on the seaside
Now there's salt in my blood ties
It just never stops raining
Wash away all the meaning from my face
I walked into town and I mocked all your dreams
I tore into everything that you believe
I sold my good fortune
I sold it for cheap
And you hoped your luck would change
The world doesn't hate you
It's spinning and pulling with all its weight
The world doesn't hate you
But people like me do
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Ghosts at the Door
02:24
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There's dust in the attic
And ghosts at the door
They're waiting and waiting for something
But no one lives here anymore
Itching like a mosquito bite
I tear my skin to be born again
In this bag of bones I'm a hermit in
They say I'm a phantom to the Goulburn boys now
But they're wrapped around my insides anyway
It's like the day we took a bite our of New York's big apple
The last time we breathed that smoky, unfamiliar air
And this could have been anyone
I envy over mountains
But somehow it's only you
There's dust in the attic
And ghosts at the door
They're waiting and waiting for something
But no one lives here anymore
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Sinkholes
02:36
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Sinking in sinkholes at the centre of a shithole
Never praying for anything
Lost in all the rain
A table for one in a room we all forgot
No place for anyone
No room for God
Never pray for me
Rain, rain, go away
or we're all gonna sink in this place
And no one's gonna save me
We're all sinking
No one's gonna save me
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