Everyone's got skeletons
Mine just dance louder
From the closet in the bedroom
Down to the parlor
And the sound of my raspy
Confession grows softer
We commited the same crime
But you are the martyr
You just can't let go
So I hold on harder
But your peeling my skin
Till I can go no farther
I'm at the end of my rope
AndI can't get more if I barter
This must be the end
But I've never felt better.
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