Brian Paone

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The ghosts of yesterday are reaching to this down
The ghosts of tomorrow are screaming, "the joke's over"
The ghosts of yesterday are reaching to hold this down
The ghosts of tomorrow are screaming, "your joke's over"

Buckle under weak wrists, buckle under weak wrists
Buckle under weak wrists

Buckle under weak wrists, buckle under weak wrists
Buckle under weak wrists, buckle under weak wrists

The ghosts of yesterday are reaching to this down
The ghosts of tomorrow are screaming, "the joke's over"
The ghosts of yesterday are reaching to hold this down
The ghosts of tomorrow are screaming, "your joke's over"

Bring the back to the front and start it all over again
Move it away and pray it doesn't all happen again
Take the sheets with the pain and watch it all slipping away
Hide your eyes in your breath and try not all the turning away

Bring the back to the front and start it all over again
Move it away and pray it doesn't all happen again
Take the sheets with the pain and watch it all slipping away
Hide your eyes in your breath and try not all the turning away
Away, away, away, away, away, away, away

Rewind my head
Erase these thoughts
Eject then shivering
Rewind my head
Erase these thoughts
Eject then shivering

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