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Hang my eyes up on a hook Swells the panic i can't look Inside my own skin i fail to find myself again A million faces look the same And their replies evaporate There's no soul behind these eyes If they can't glue me back again Ghosts drop hints and whisper things Just blood and bone and bits of string Family portrait on the wall Quiet confusion circle this I can feel my mother's hand But i can't find her face to kiss There's no soul behind these eyes If they can't glue me back again Someone's life inside a box Nothing here resets the clocks Ghosts drop hints and whisper things Just blood and bone and bits of string