Ghost of a Lie

There's an old house with a blue heart
 A TV lights up the choking dark
 And in a white room an old man sighs
 His friends a lamp and the ghost of a lie
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 Once in a cold March my childhood friend
 Took my hand and dragged me to the driveway's end
 Where in the front yard, a dog would creep
 The light in the darkness was his bared teeth
 Find my bones in the bottles of the oak tree
 My old ghosts never fail to catch up to me
 Little sister, thief of peace
 Let the crows of war cease their battle cries
 And let these memories die
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 In a war-torn, damaged mind
 The young man that he was, never took flight
 And I could see it in his broken eyes
 As he gazed from the window of his room of white
 Find my bones in the bottles of the oak tree
 My old ghosts never fail to catch up to me
 Little sister, thief of peace
 Let the crows of war cease their battle cries
 And let these memories die
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 In the heart of a bitter hound
 There is an endless howl that never sounds
 So lay a kind hand upon his back
 For what is one lone wolf without a pack?
 Find my bones in the bottles of the oak tree
 My old ghosts never fail to catch up to me
 Little sister, thief of peace
 Let the crows of war cease their battle cries
 Let these memories die
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 And let these memories die
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 And let these memories die