Skeletons

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They tell me it's nothing
There're no skeletons around us
But I still feel ghosts behind me
I reach out my arm
But it pulls back in
Like there's something they're desperately hiding

I call out a name
Their answer is vain
"You cannot join us, you've never seen the true color of rain"

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