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In the middle of a house, In the middle of nowhere. Bodies glide from room to room YEAAAAAAAH I hate these walls! They speak to me! Hey skin like a doll your no friend Of the family Catch that light yeah It falls in subtle patterns Crawls in and tells them when their time is up When it's over Takes her hand And kisses her cheek She's a doll oh yeah She's his spitting image When you're gone You're still a part of me! Hey skin like a doll your no friend Of the family Catch that light yeah It falls in subtle patterns Crawls in and tells them when their time is up; when it's over. When you're gone You're still a part of me. |