Текст песни Spirits - Nothing More
Lie
down,
come
to
Spirits
come
through
Swim
up
to
my
head
Make
old
things
new
It's
a
little
bit
heavenly
A
little
bit
sick
I
don't
feel
quite
like
myself
I've
been
playing
with
my
health
In
my
head
too
many
days
In
a
room
I
can't
escape
Turning
into
someone
else
It's
killing
me
Something's
in
the
way
Something
has
to
change
It's
killing
me
Silence
in
the
heart
Sickness
in
the
brain
Now
I
know
This
bend
in
my
back
From
the
weight
on
my
soul
Been
looking
at
the
world
with
one
eye
closed
A
little
bit
heavenly
A
little
bit
sick
And
the
side
effects
of
shit
I've
stepped
in
Side
effects
of
truth
I'm
left
with
A
spinning
room
I
can't
escape
There
has
to
be
another
way
I'm
still
stuck
inside
myself
It's
killing
me
Something's
in
the
way
Something
has
to
change
It's
killing
me
Silence
in
the
heart
Sickness
in
the
brain
Now
I
know
This
bend
in
my
back
From
the
weight
on
my
soul
Been
looking
at
the
world
with
one
eye
closed
A
little
bit
heavenly
A
little
bit
sick
Spirits
come
through
Make
old
things
new
Spirits
fool
you
Lie
down,
see
through
Spirits
fool
you
Slip
right
through
your
hands
Old
tricks
turn
you
It's
a
little
bit
make-believe
A
little
bit
true
Weeds
in
the
garden
Snakes
in
the
soul
Every
day
passing
They
grow,
they
grow
And
they
grow
The
smoke
in
my
lungs
The
fire
on
my
tongue
Spirits
make
me
warm
When
my
heart
is
not
enough
When
it
gets
so
numb
It's
a
little
bit
obvious
(stumble
in
my
step)
(The
long
gap
between
breaths)
A
little
unclear
(stumble
in
my
step)
(The
long
gap
between
breaths)
It's
a
little
bit
obvious
(stumble
in
my
step)
(The
long
gap
between
breaths)
A
little
sincere
(stumble
in
my
step)
(The
long
gap
between
breaths)
It's
a
little
bit
obvious
(stumble
in
my
step)
(The
long
gap
between
breaths)
A
little
unclear
(stumble
in
my
step)
(The
long
gap
between
breaths)
A
little
bit
obvious
(stumble
in
my
step)
(The
long
gap
between
breaths)
I
don't
feel
quite
like
myself
Turning
into
someone
else
It's
killing
me
Something
has
to
change
It's
killing
me
Silence
in
the
heart
Sickness
in
the
brain
Now
I
know
This
bend
in
my
back
From
the
weight
on
my
soul
Been
looking
at
the
world
with
one
eye
closed
Spirits
come
through
Make
old
things
new
Spirits
fool
you
Spirits
fool
you
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