The ones that are hungry live next door.
The one who lies still, she lives upstairs.
Knocking at your door with arms outstretched
Rattling their bones, falling on the floor.
And yet they keep on dancing when there isn't any more.
The one's that are so hungry live next door.
She never once smiled, she never once cared.
She used to let the summer in but now she wouldn't dare.
The one who lies so still lives upstairs.
Knocking, knocking, ever closer to death
Heart breaking, guts wrenched
Knocking at your door with arms outstretched.
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