(Imagine Win Butler singing this (Arcade Fire))))))
They buried me today.
They buried me today with all the rings on my fingers,
wrapped into fists.
They buried me today.
They buried me with nails on my sides that I used for
the birdhouse in our frontlawn.
I know a ghost whose name I can't remember
and I feel guilty every night he haunts me.
But I call him what he is: a ghost,
a dead man searching for home.
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