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\Strings on my limbs

Like a wooden puppet

Doin things I couldn't

Even put to mind

Leaning in the shadows

Crawling out of the door

The space I thought I could hide

Is wide open to the world

Chaos has a new home

Buried in my brain

That I can't reach

That I've never seen

I survived the last time

When it lived through the spring

Her I go again

With the bad dreams

Feelin like no sleep

Bein afraid of the ones

That care the most

Running away from

My phased winter ghost

Flying to the

Blood red west coast