| One day my skeletons appeared
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| And I knew where they were coming from
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| Hung by a rope I volunteered
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| And I never thought the day would come
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| Some boundaries I once overstepped
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| Shortcomings I must now accept
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| Secrets that could not be kept
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| I wish my skeletons had slept
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| You’re not being honest really
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| You’re really not and ought to be Take an honest look at yourself
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| Try a little honesty
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| To further add to my demise
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| Demons never exorcised
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| Appeared before my very eyes
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| To no one’s just my own suprise
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| A scenario just so surreal
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| Demons once so well concealed
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| Were now throughout my whole ordeal
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| So real and painfully revealed
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| You’re not being honest really
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| You’re really not and ought to be Take an honest look at yourself
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| Try a little honesty
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| You’re not being honest really
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| And honestly you’ve never been
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| You ought to take a look at yourself
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| Let the honesty begin
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| In flew the accusations, the razor-toothed insinuations
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| Each ghost my own creation, and every monster my invention
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| Beasts they came to burden, hell I let whatever stirred in And I couldn’t get a word in, at this unearthly intervention
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| They let up when they knew they got through
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| They knew I’d never be the same
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| With little left to say or do They left as quickly as they came
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| The life was scared half out of me Some way somehow I survived
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| A part of me was proud of me The day my skeletons arrived
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| You’re not being honest really
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| You’re really not and ought to be Take an honest look at yourself
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| Try a little honesty, try a little honesty |