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You might be listening to the voices in your head
Oh, how I wonder what they say.
They're lighting fires on greying coals
Finding more reasons to stay.

And you've always had a wicked way with words.
Can you spell out what they mean?
My inkwell is barren from writing all my wrongs.
It's a futile way of coming clean.

Words, they seem to fail me when you need me.
They're stuck in my throat.
They scream a sound just like...

How can you trust something you cannot see?
You are nothing but a dream.
You've seen the demons in your covers, in the light.
Grow the tree on which to lean.

I hate these, I hate all these
I, Oh, I hate these words

They seem to fail me when you need me.
They're stuck in my throat.
They scream a sound just like...

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from The Woodpile - EP, released December 8, 2015
Written by Evan Gwin and Megan Apolloni
Additional vocals by Megan Apolloni

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