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Caregiver - Memoryhouse
There's a ghost in my living room
In silent sets moving through
The attic in chemicals
Dissolve in two
There's a flaw in my chemistry
The chills swells and follows me
In choirs of cold machines
And they're smoking skin
These bones reside within
The cracks full of medicine
The distant hums that bloom as we run
No way to displace
In broken light
The cold gray night
A curse to the night
Living by the ghost line
Living by the ghost line
Living by the ghost line
Living by the ghost line
Living by the ghost line
Living by the ghost line
Living by the ghost line
Living by the ghost line
