All my tales spin like ghost stories
Passed around a campfire in my mind
Anyone who's ever burned has lost trees
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If I try hard, will there still be no glories
Will my dreams still be too deep to find
All my tales spin like ghost stories
~
How can I feel ugly in a world of beauties
How can I be frayed, from ties that bind
Anyone who's ever burned has lost trees
~
My pages, my words are weary journeys
My eyes only see the ways I've gone blind
All my tales spin like ghost stories
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If I listen closely, can I hear my goodbyes
Echo in the smiles I’ve left behind
Anyone who's ever burned has lost trees
~
Does my heart deserve a devil’s mercies
Does my soul run with a prisoner's wind
All my tales spin like ghost stories
Anyone who's ever burned has lost trees
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