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Annabel Lee
Your friend called me by her name at breakfast
She did not realize it when she did
I played it cool to keep it copacetic
I couldn't bring myself to eat my eggs
Every place we go, you and her will be
Every corner, every country has a haunting just for me
I can't forget her, woe is me
I am just a prisoner living in your memories
You stressed to me how much your family loved her
I'm sure her manners far surpass my own
I come from blood that heats up very quickly
I don't make small impressions, I make holes
Everything we do, she's probably done
What's the point of putting on my armor if the battle's won
Can't escape her, woe is me
I am just a prisoner living in your memories
I'm learning how your muses took their coffee
I'm learning how they held you late at night
I'm learning how they tasted when they kissed you
And you expect me not to want to fight
Every time I think it's time to run
I'm reminded that I've done some pretty fucked up things for love
Still I see her, woe is me
I am just a prisoner living in your memories
You'll never understand because
All of my ghosts are on the east coast
With dirty water on their sheets
All of my ghosts are on the east coast
Lucky for you, they'll never leave
All of my ghosts are on the east coast
With dirty water on their sheets
All of my ghosts are on the east coast
Lucky for you, they'll never ever ever ever ever leave
