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Weatherman is always wrong He tells me sunny skies with this rain cowl on Weatherman is up to no good He tells me no chance of rain As if I haven't got a brain I don't trust the people of this town They walk around smiling But I know inside they got a fraud I don't trust the people in this house Sometimes things go missing when I put them down Little things speak out to me if I listen try to close my eyes But somehow they get my attention Blood of lamb on the door Signs of a coming place that I chose to ignore It's like this floors can feel me Something breathes down my neck My hairs ends up and I feel itchy I look into my hands but they're empty I gave my self away to a man who I thought loved me I look into my chest but its hollowed It's been scooped out by a crow who needed a heart to borrow Little things speak out to me if I listen try to close my eyes But somehow they get my attention Blood of lamb on the door Signs of a coming place that I chose to ignore Little things speak out to me if I listen try to close my eyes But somehow they get my attention Blood of lamb on the door Signs of a coming place that I chose to ignore To ignore Little things speak out to me if I listen try to close my eyes But somehow they get my attention