.I've got a feeling, it's hard to explain
Feels like the devil rents a room in my brain
The things I'm ashamed of feel like dear old st paul
The things that I wanna do, I don't do at all
So bury me deep, cover me with snow
Wrap me in sleep, blanket of ghosts
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