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Lie down, come to
Spirits come through
Swim up to my head
Make old things new
It's a little bit heavenly
A little bit sick
I don't feel quite like myself
I've been playing with my health
In my head too many days
In a room I can't escape
Turning into someone else
It's killing me
Something's in the way
Somethin' has to change
It's killing me
Silence in the heart
Sickness in the brain
Now I know
This bend in my back from the weight on my soul
Been looking at the world with one eye closed
A little bit heavenly
A little bit sick
And the side effects of shit I've stepped in
Side effects of truth I'm left with
A spinning room I can't escape
There has to be another way
I'm still stuck inside myself
It's killing me
It's killing me
Silence in the heart
Sickness in the brain
Now I know
This bend in my back from the weight on my soul
Been looking at the world with one eye closed
A little bit heavenly
A little bit sick
And the side effects of shit I've stepped in
Side effects of truth I'm left with
A spinning room I can't escape
There has to be another way
I'm still stuck inside myself
It's killing me
Something's in the way
Somethin' has to change
It's killing me
Silence in the heart
Sickness in the brain
Now I know
This bend in my back from the weight on my soul
Been looking at the world with one eye closed
A little bit heavenly
A little bit sick
Spirits come through
Make old things new
Spirits fool you
Lie down, see through
Spirits fool you
Somethin' has to change
It's killing me
Silence in the heart
Sickness in the brain
Now I know
This bend in my back from the weight on my soul
Been looking at the world with one eye closed
A little bit heavenly
A little bit sick
Spirits come through
Make old things new
Spirits fool you
Lie down, see through
Spirits fool you
Slip right through your hands
Old tricks turn you
It's a little bit make-believe
A little bit true
Weeds in the garden, snakes in the soul
Every day passing, they grow, they grow
And they grow
The smoke in my lungs, the fire on my tongue
Spirits make me warm when my heart is not enough
When it gets so numb
It's a little bit obvious
A little unclear
It's a little bit obvious
A little sincere
It's a little bit obvious
A little unclear
Little bit obvious
Yeah
Old tricks turn you
It's a little bit make-believe
A little bit true
Weeds in the garden, snakes in the soul
Every day passing, they grow, they grow
And they grow
The smoke in my lungs, the fire on my tongue
Spirits make me warm when my heart is not enough
When it gets so numb
It's a little bit obvious
A little unclear
It's a little bit obvious
A little sincere
It's a little bit obvious
A little unclear
Little bit obvious
Yeah
I don't feel quite like myself
Turning into someone else
It's killing me
Something has to change
It's killing me
Silence in the heart
Sickness in the brain
Now I know
This bend in my back from the weight on my soul
Been looking at the world with one eye closed
(This bend in my back from the weight on my soul)
(Been looking at the world with one eye closed)
Spirits come through
(Been looking at the world with one eye closed)
(This bend in my back from the weight on my soul)
Make old things new
(Been looking at the world with one eye closed)
(This bend in my back from the weight on my soul)
Spirits fool you
(Been looking at the world with one eye closed)
(This bend in my back from the weight on my soul)
Spirits fool you
Make old things new
(Been looking at the world with one eye closed)
(This bend in my back from the weight on my soul)
Spirits fool you
(Been looking at the world with one eye closed)
(This bend in my back from the weight on my soul)
Spirits fool you
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